Ten Guardian members visited Dana and Randy Vincent’s beautiful
cabin in northern Wisconsin for a birding trip in January. In spite
of freezing weather (one morning it was 32 below!), many birders were
driving around Duluth looking for the owls that were reported inundating
the area from icier lands.
At the Duluth Airport, where Snowy Owls had been seen, we met a group
of birders from Georgia. Although we didn’t observe any Snowy
Owls, our southern visitors told us where a Northern Hawk Owl had
been seen.
Following their directions, expert birder Charlie Winterwood spotted
the owl and pulled off the road onto the right turn lane, followed
by the other two cars. Although the road was fairly busy, Greg Painter
immediately left the car and set up his scope. The accommodating owl
was posing on top of a tall pine tree, and oncoming traffic must have
been puzzled by the people lined up to get a look.
Reports of a possible Gyrfalcon sent us down a side street. No falcon,
but hundreds of Bohemian Waxwings flitting in the trees! In the scope
we could see the white and yellow on their wings and the cinnamon
undertail coverts.
By this time our feet and fingers were numb, but a glimpse of another
bird caused us to leave the cars once more. As we searched the skies,
a gentleman, noting our binoculars, called us over. He had found one
of the most elusive birds of all: a Boreal Owl!
Even in the scope it was hard to see, it blended so perfectly with
the snow-covered tree trunk upon which it perched. Once we made out
its black-and-white forehead and yellow eyes, we lined up for a third,
fourth, even a fifth look at this unusual and beautiful bird.
The rest of the weekend was spent eating, resting, playing Trivial
Pursuit and, for the brave-hearted, cross-country skiing on the frozen
lake. Jim Mantey played his guitar in the evening, and we all got
to know one another better. Everyone agreed that even though Florida
beaches may beckon, it was a special treat to go north in the winter!
Imagine pines and snow and a beautiful sunset. Now picture a dozen
owls flying out of the pine grove, the white undersides of their wings
catching the light as they swoop overhead and back down into the trees.
Such was the sight that greeted about forty Guardian members who
joined guides Dan Wenny, Alan Anderson and Randy Nyboer on February
11 at Lost Mound.
Several people, having heard news of the thirty or forty long-eared
owls seen last year, brought along scopes and sophisticated photographic
equipment. Although fewer owls were seen this time, no one was disappointed.
At the first (and smaller) “roost,” (a protected area
in thick vegetation where owls rest communally) only owl pellets and
feathers were found. Randy showed us the soft feather edges that help
the owls glide quietly to surprise and overtake its prey.
We then traveled to the larger roost. The owls were almost ready
for their nightly foray into the fields to search for food. As Guardians
surrounded the group of trees, the owls began to leave.
“There's one!” someone would say, and the entire group
would be silent as we watched the owls dart back and forth and land
once more on branches near a tree trunk. Binoculars were raised and
shutters were clicked as the sun set and a crescent moon got brighter
and brighter in the sky.
Long-eared owls are found in most of the northern US and southern
Canada, but it is unusual to see so many at one time. Their call is
a low, soft hoot or a short barking sound. They are mostly gray above
and white with black marks beneath their wings. It’s a sight
worth viewing!
—by Pat Wemstrom, February 2005