We squirrels will have to be very alert in our neighborhood, because a new neighbor has moved in.
This barred owl might be the same one who checked out the tall white pines last spring. Tree trimming nearby seemed to scare him–or her–off, but today this owl was back in the same trees. A murder of crows spotted him (Yes, that’s a word for a group of crows, and they sounded like murder, too!) Blue jays joined the crows in calling out at the owl, then we squirrels ran around the branches to see if it was all doing any good. The owl flew from the pine, to a maple. More cawing drove him over the houses to the tallest tree in the neighborhood, a metasequoia.
We couldn’t follow, of course, so we don’t know if the owl left or the crows gave up.
Even though it is dangerous for us, the owl has a right to live here, too. And frankly, we need him. We small mammals have already been feeling the squeeze with more chipmunks, mice and even rats living in our neighborhoods. Now if we could train the owls to only feed on those rats that aren’t native.