Superbowl

From Walter J Cichon

Snowy owl on the beach as the sun set over the Atlantic Ocean behind me. Long Island, New York. January 12th, 2024

From Maciej Wontorowski

Popping in to friend's café

St Aidan's Nature Park, Leeds

From Khalid Bagwan

That breathtaking moment when the wings spread wide, and gravity becomes art. The silent elegance of the Mottled Wood Owl-masters of stealth and grace. Landing with precision, blending seamlessly with their woodland kingdom.

Fun Fact: Mottled Wood Owls are known for their haunting yet melodic calls, often heard at dusk or dawn. Witnessing this landing was pure magic!

Pune, India

From Aman Sharma

Golden hour casts a magical glow as these two majestic short eared owls stand guard during sunset.

From Bert Minor

This isn't a particularly great photo. Everything happened quickly, and I had little time to adjust the camera settings. I was taking photos of the Barred Owl on a tree and after a half hour or so it swooped down and right past me and landed on a tree thirty feet behind me.

I didn't know what was happening at first, but then I saw this squirrel on the tree and the Owl was going nuts chasing this poor guy round and round the trunk up and down the tree. It's not every day you get to witness an Owl on the prowl. They don't usually hunt during the day.

There was a happy ending for the squirrel. It managed to get away. Too bad I was flustered. I could have got an amazing, rare capture. Still--it was a thrill.

From Melvin Legge

Eastern Screech owl looking a bit like Oscar the Grouch earlier this summer. I guess he was molting and pretty tired from looking after the kids :)

From Jack Horton

Barred Owl (Melanistic)
Lake Apopka North Shore
Nikon: D6, 600 f/4, f5.6, 1/640

From Karen Pacheco

With about 100 other photographers 15 mins from my home I attempted to capture this famous Northern Hawk Owl. It was very high! RF 200-800 + 1.4 extender Canon R5. ISO 800/1120 mm/f 13/1/250 sec on tripod SW BC Canada I was pleased with how this lens performed with the 1.4 ext.

From Center for Wildlife

When you are the smallest owl species found in the state of Maine, you have to do whatever you can to make yourself look big and scary when a potential predator comes lurking!

This Northern Saw-whet Owl was admitted to our Wildlife Medical Clinic after being caught by a cat. Northern Saw-whet Owls are our smallest owl species, only reaching 6-8 inches tall and on average, weighing in at just under 3 oz. Saw-whet owls particularly love dense coniferous forests where they can perch and hide amongst the thick foliage of our conifer trees while hunting for tiny rodents and hiding from predators.

Here, you can see this patient showing off a defensive display in attempts to look as big as possible. Many species will do this to try and at least give their would- be predator some hesitation before taking their chances on this small but mighty owl.

With the continued care of our Wildlife Medical Clinic team, we are hopeful this little owl will make a return to the wild in time for the annual breeding season!

From Humane Indiana Wildlife

Jasper is going through a lot right now! He's experiencing his spring molt a little early. When birds molt, they shed a significant portion of their feathers and grow new ones in. This allows them to have fresh feathers for the new year, which ensures efficient flight, weather resistance, and camouflage. When feathers first grow in, they are surrounded by a sheath of keratin, which gives them a spiky appearance. They are called pinfeathers for this reason. Once the feathers are fully grown, the keratin becomes brittle and flaky, so the birds are able to preen them to crack the sheath open and reveal their fresh new feather!

This can be a somewhat uncomfortable process as pinfeathers can be sore and sensitive. Birds also seem to get pretty itchy when they have a lot of pinfeathers. There's nothing we can do to rush the feather-growing process, either. During molting season, birds will bathe more often to soften their pinfeathers. Softer keratin sheaths means some relief from the itchiness, and any feathers ready to crack open are easier to preen when wet. Jasper had just gotten done with having a bath in this photo

From Marina de Mendonça

Pygmy Owl Jan_2025 Southern Alberta

From Martha Tome

My husband Ron came upon a eagle landed on a sand bar and a great horned owl came along and chased him off. The owl won Harford County (MD) on 2/8/2024.

Guess the deep snow made this guy move into my barn. Opened the door to the lower level so this buger can do some mouse hunting, maybe thin out our sparrow population that is living here eating out chickens food.

Found this great animation and some diagrams demonstrating the amazing grip of owls.

An owl's ability to catch and hold on to pretty is vital to its survival. It's also important for other things, such as not falling off a tree it's sleeping on! So how does this work?

There are no muscles in the foot. The only thing that moves the talons is a system of tendons. When an owl swoops in on pretty or a perch, it comes in with legs extended in front of itself.

In this outstretched posture, the tendons are opened. As the feet strike the target, impact pushes the legs into the body. This movement makes the tendons automatically snap the talons closed. As body weight is applied, the grip is locked in place. Only by purposefully removing weight from the foot or consciously extending the leg does the foot open. This way, an owl standing in prey or a branch cannot let go unless it chooses to or is physically overpowered.

Owl grip is no joke. Other than just the talons being able to stab, their grip can rival that of the jaws of some of the large dog breeds. That strength, plus 8 built in daggers is a killer combo.

Images originally by arsanotomica, except for the Barn Owl. There's a few more anatomical terms at the link if you're interested.

From Antonius Lo

"Are you taking my picture?"

Barred Owl ((Strix varia).

Southern Ontario, Canada.

December 31, 2024.

Sony ILCE-1 n SEL 200-600 @ f/6.3 SS 1/500 ISO 4000.

ELIZABETH YICHENG SHEN, USA

"Critical Moment"

Check out the other winners here.

From David Gibson

Great lighting this afternoon at Lunt. Heavily cropped as I was sat in the wrong place so the owl was distant.

From Lavin Photography

From Eaglewatch NL

CAMIGUIN BOOBOOK - Grayish eyes

• NL: Camiguinvalkuil (Ninox leventisi) • FR: Ninoxe de Camiguin • Photo: Bram Demeulemeester

Camiguin Sur Island

The Camiguin boobook or Camiguin hawk-owl is a medium-sized, vulnerable owl species, resident to the Camiguin island in the Philippines. Its habitat is in tropical moist lowland primary and secondary forests up to 700 meters above sea level. It is also occasionally seen on forest edge, clearings and plantations. It is the only owl in the country with greenish-yellow or grayish eyes

He didn't care I was there.

Even though it was the warmest day of the week, it was still below freezing, so everyone was tucked up into themselves.

He's a bit bigger than I was expecting. A very handsome fella though. He had very nice patterns, and his floof was blowing around in the breeze.

From Mike Blevins

Burrowing Owl (Athene cunicularia) Cape Coral,, S. W. Florida, USA - 02/07/2018

Interesting Tidbit: A family of burrowing owls can consume 7,000 insects and 1,800 rodents in one season. Burrowing owls cannot actually dig their own burrows. Burrowing owls can fly, but they are not considered to be the most efficient fliers. ~Owl Research Center

You're going to ask me what causes this. Short answer is I haven't found one yet, but I did this previous post that looks into a few potential reasons.

From Nicole Seward

Sleepy Owls are the best.

Snowy Owl

From Florida Keys Wildlife Rehab

Our resident Barn Owl, Casper, has been staying at our hospital while acting as a foster mom for a nestling Barn Owl! The nestling was found at the end of December alone and fallen from its nest. When raising a lone owl in a rehabilitation setting you can run the risk of them imprinting on people. With this in mind, our team was curious to see how Casper would do taking on a young owl. Since the two were introduced, she has been a great foster mom and really embraced her new role.

Until the nestling is old enough to be released, Casper will be staying in an enclosure with them and will return to the sanctuary once she is done.

Photo from West Side Rag. This is the only photo I could find of Flaco's enclosure.

Whenever animals are put on display, there is controversy. Is it safe or proper for the animals, or are we exploiting them for our pleasure? Is there a way to do both, or is it always the wrong thing to do? Flaco's great escape (when his enclosure was cut open by someone) brought this matter to a head when it comes to owls, and there have been numerous opinions on the matter since then.

With a new book on the life of Flaco out now, The Book of Flaco: The World's Most Famous Bird, these opinions are being revisited. Here is an excerpt from the book for you to enjoy and to get you thinking about where your personal opinions are.

I largely support these places, especially ones where conservation and protection of species are the key priority, then education of the public. I have thankfully only been to one bad "zoo" in my life, and it was very obviously bad. Most have been decent to wonderful.

Let me know your thoughts!

From Salon

The first time I saw the cage where Flaco, the much-loved Eurasian eagle-owl, was kept, I was shocked.

I should say right away that I was no great proponent of the abolition of zoos or a deep thinker on zoo ethics. But I was struck by how small the cage was, especially for a member of a species of owl that is among the very largest. This was the enclosure that Flaco had left behind on the night of February 2, 2023, after vandals cut a hole in the mesh. Over the next year, the owl claimed first Central Park and then New York City as his territory, gaining millions of fans around the world.

It was raining when I arrived at the Central Park Zoo, two weeks after the owl’s death, and at first I couldn’t find Flaco’s cage and I wondered if it had been dismantled. A friendly zoo worker led me over to the enclosure, which was tucked in near the exit to the penguin and seabird exhibit.

When we got there the man spread his arms.

“This bird was big, huge, and this was its place,” he said.

I studied the space that was Flaco’s home for twelve years. Three dead trees that my not-always-reliable phone app identified as an Indian almond, bagpod and common fig, served as his perches. An illustration covered the back of the cage, a misty painting of foggy mountains and steppes with a river running through it, Flaco’s native habitat, put there, if you were in a certain dark mindset, almost to taunt him.

The steel mesh that had covered the opening was gone, the former cage now completely open.

I asked the zoo worker about this, and he said, “They left it open all year just in case the owl wanted to come back.”

As it turned out, he did not.

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Back when he was in this cage, a human being looking back in at the large bird, thousands of miles from the taiga and rocky steppes of Europe and Asia and North Africa where its kind evolved, might say he looked bored. But be careful. For most of the twentieth century human beings who studied animals and human beings who used words to describe them were warned not to attribute “human” emotions to animals. Anthropomorphism, the great crime. Only lately has common sense and empathy, bolstered by emerging science, returned to the scene and told us what we knew already. To say an animal is experiencing a certain feeling is not plastering a human emotion on an inhuman thing. It is allowing for the obvious but somehow suppressed fact that we coevolved with creatures like this owl for billions of years before splitting off and going our human way. No grand experiments are needed to conclude that emotion is part of our common heritage. Just watch a big cat prowl back and forth in the zoo. Just ask your dog if it wants to go for a walk.

So maybe bored is not the exact word, but something close. The owl, our fellow animal, lives a life where many of the things that have been encoded in it by the grand scheme of evolution have been denied. Not small things either. Sex. Food obtained by hunting. Flight. Soaring. Companionship.

Back when he was in his cage, zoogoers sometimes complained about Flaco. One day a man told a zoo worker that the bird looked “grumpy.” Perhaps a more worthwhile experiment than questioning the use of anthropomorphism would be to separate this man from his children and place him in an enclosure for twelve years and see how he fares, whether or not he too would exhibit some grumpiness.

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During his year beyond the cage, Flaco was the protagonist of a story with a moral, and even a basic narrative arc, that is still uncertain and varied, dependent very much on who you talk to or what posts you read. The poor owl carried so much symbolic weight that it was a miracle he could fly at all. The narrative began with the bird’s escape and the zoo’s attempts to recapture him, which most supported at first. Once the early predictions that Flaco would not be able to hunt in the (relative) wilds of Central Park were proven wrong, however, the narrative began to change, and there was a growing deep and heartfelt resistance to the attempts to capture Flaco.

Free Flaco followers signed petitions urging the zoo to stop their efforts, and their comments flooded the internet. Ornithologists weighed in, some claiming the non-native bird would be a danger to native ones. But the experts also worried for Flaco—his ability to survive in the wild, the poisons he might be ingesting once he started hunting successfully—setting up the central conflict of the narrative that would grow over the next year: safety versus freedom.

By mid-February, two weeks after Flaco’s escape, with Flaco catching rats and feeding himself, the Wildlife Conservation Society (WCS), which runs both the Central Park and Bronx zoos, started to waver in its commitment to capturing the owl. Whether or not this was in reaction to the growing Free Flaco movement is not entirely certain, but public opinion sure seemed to impact how they proceeded. At that point the WCS softened their stance, saying they would “continue to monitor him, though not as intensely, and look to opportunistically recover him when the situation is right.” But then, only five days later, they set a baited trap in the Sheep Meadow and tried to lure in Flaco using a recording of a hooting female owl.

The zoo warned about the dangers the owl would face in the urban wild, warnings that would prove prophetic twelve months later when Flaco would succumb to the dual poisons of rodenticide and a herpesvirus contracted from pigeons. Concerned for the owl, they understandably wanted to capture it both quickly and safely, but it didn’t prove that easy. For one thing, by this point crowds were following Flaco everywhere, and the traps the zoo workers were using weren’t working. Raptor experts have suggested to me that Flaco could have been captured successfully with a cannon net. But a device that used explosives to launch a net was a potential public relations nightmare. The zoo workers were well aware that they were onstage while they went about their business.

“What happens if they injure or, God forbid, kill Flaco while attempting to capture him?” Andrew Farnsworth, a renowned Cornell bird researcher, asked. “It adds to the whole notion of the whole thing's onstage. And the capturers are onstage too.”

The world was watching.

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I am not anti-zoo. The last time I had visited the Central Park Zoo, before my visit to the cage, had been over a decade before when I’d watched my daughter delight in the penguins and sea lions. I understand the argument that zoos are now arks, safe places where endangered animals and genetic material are preserved in a world where thousands of species are hurtling toward extinction. I also understand that if people, especially children, are not allowed to see real animals, then the idea of them, and of saving them, becomes abstract.

“I have a lot of respect for inner-city zoos,” a zooworker who specializes in birds told me. “Most inner-city kids would never have a chance to see wildlife without them. The whole point is getting kids face-to-face and connecting with animals so they care about them.”

When I brought up the Central Park Zoo, and he said, “They were definitely in a no-win situation,” he might have been speaking about zoos in general. Zoos are a business, and every year that business gets harder and harder with more and more red tape and with the public perception turning darker. Efforts to create larger and more natural habitats need to be balanced by the simple fact that if people don’t see the animals, they won’t be coming back.

In retrospect, it isn’t hard to empathize with the bind the WCS and zoo were in, but their response, once they stopped trying to re-capture Flaco, was to keep quiet. Perhaps this was out of defensiveness once the freedom narrative took hold and people started noticing how small Flaco’s enclosure had been. Whatever the reason, the result was this: they lost control of the narrative.

Andrew Farnsworth agrees that the WCS and the zoo had “really missed an opportunity.”

“I like WCS, and a lot of amazing things come through that organization. But by not talking they didn’t do themselves any favors. Instead they could have said, ‘What story can we tell?’ They could have led weekly walks to see Flaco, right?”

An irony here is that another primary goal for zoos is to educate people by letting them observe animals. The WCS really did seem to miss a great opportunity in Flaco, whose location was known for most of the twelve months he was free. In a way, what Flaco-watchers in the park and on-line were experiencing was a moveable zoo. Part of the work of modern zoos is to reimagine the experience. What were Flaco’s adventures, with the internet websites and Twitter filling the void left by the zoo, but a moving, living, unpredictable zoo exhibit?

Not long after Flaco’s death, I hosted a zoom call with a couple dozen Flaco followers. Eventually the discussion turned toward the idea of sanctuary. What if Flaco had been captured and returned to a place where he could live without the threats of rat poison, cars, buildings, and crowds? But where would that place be? One of the Zoomers suggested the Adirondacks, but there he would have threatened native wildlife and competed with native raptors. Was a sedated flight back to his native Europe really a possibility or farfetched?

When the talk turned to the zoo’s role there was frustration and anger.

“The zoo failed him both in freedom and captivity. They probably could have saved him. Once they decided not to catch him, they said they would ‘continue to monitor him.’ But they never made an effort to actually track him. How did they monitor him? Was there any evidence of this? They abdicated responsibility. They dropped out of the story entirely.”

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The Wildlife Conservation Society, which would become an online whipping boy during the Flaco year, has noble origins. Originally the New York Zoological Society, it came into being when Teddy Roosevelt, then president of the Boone and Crockett Club, founded the society with three stated objectives: to open a zoological park, to promote the study of zoology, and to preserve wildlife.

Modern zoos, combating the idea that zoos are still just menageries of captive creatures, are quick to point out that part of their missions, aside from entertaining and educating the public, include the crucial work of field conservation and species recovery, and the New York Zoological Society provided both the earliest and most famous example of this when they reintroduced fifteen American bison, a species on the brink of extinction, to what was then called the Wichita Forest and Game Preserve. The WCS continues to work toward species recovery in a time of massive biodiversity loss and has a stated goal of trying to help save 50 percent of our remaining wild lands.

I am not anti-zoo, or at least I wasn’t before the Flaco year.

Larger zoos, wilder zoos, even non-zoos with no customers. We are in a time of re-imagining.

In 2024, the Oakland Zoo decided to send Osh, its last remaining African elephant, to the Elephant Sanctuary in Tennessee. The decision was made by the zoo based on the elephant’s “well-being,” and in a statement the zoo said: “He will have the opportunity to socialize and develop relationships with many other elephants over his lifetime. Something that we could not offer him here.”

More specifically it would give the thirty-year-old male an opportunity to reunite with Donna, who had been the last female elephant at the Oakland Zoo before being transported to the sanctuary a year before.

At the sanctuary the elephants move in herds. The sanctuary is a sprawling 3,060-acre habitat, located 85 miles south of Nashville. Though elephants are given individual care when needed, they wander freely on the property. The elephants are not managed: “Recognizing that elephants are wild animals with complex physical and social needs, there is no free contact management or dominance training.” The sanctuary literature does not call the elephants tame. It calls them captive.

The herd can be viewed on camera, but the elephants’ habitats are closed to the public. The sanctuary says this explicitly on its website: “Visitors to The Discovery Center will not see or interact with elephants.”

The sanctuary is for the elephants, not the watchers.

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How can one bird change my thinking? How can one bird change the thinking of so many? Maybe, part of the secret is exactly that: the fact that we are talking about one bird.

“One of the things that made Flaco so popular was that he was an individual,” David Barrett, whose X account, Manhattan Bird Alert, was Mission Control during the Flaco year. “So many birds are anonymous. They’re beautiful, but they look just the same as a thousand others of their species. Flaco was distinct. He was the only Eurasian eagle-owl in the wild in all of North America. And he was a bird that people could come out and see as an individual every day and follow.”

What some call anthropomorphizing, might also be called empathy. It is easier to empathize with an animal than with animals. Education and entertainment are laudable goals, but maybe a greater goal is to get people to look beyond themselves and imagine lives beyond the human. One way to do that is by learning an animal’s individual story.

The WCS proved right in the end, Flaco’s freedom was short-lived and he fell to the dangers of city life, but during those early days, thousands of people got to learn Flaco’s story and watch as Flaco rediscovered the skills of flying and hunting that evolution had gifted him. These were days of growth, of change, of evolution. And while it may be dangerous to attribute specific emotions to an animal, it is fair to say that, at least on a physical level, a kind of self-realization was occurring. Certainly, Flaco was becoming more. Parts of him that had long slumbered were waking up. Flaco wasn’t the only one changing. Thousands of people were witnessing his growth, and, to some extent, growing along with him. What zoo exhibit can do that?

The last time I returned to Flaco’s cage, I knew more about eagle-owls and understood that my earlier impression was not unfounded. The Association of Zoos and Aquariums (AZA) recommends a minimum of four hundred square feet for an eagle-owl. That is not a huge space, about the equivalent of a two-car garage, but vast in contrast to Flaco’s longtime closet of a home. In fact, some of Flaco’s relatives in other zoos were lucky enough to be housed in spaces many times larger than the suggested minimum, where they could sometimes hunt for rats that happened to wander into their cages, but as anyone who has lived in New York knows, space is at a premium in the city. To add to the lonely picture of Flaco’s life, the AZA also recommends that eagle-owls are best kept in pairs, while Flaco was alone.

No wonder Nancy Garay, whose research I am drawing on here, has written: “Once freed, Flaco became the bird he always was.”

From Upper Schuylkill Valley Park

We are excited to introduce you to our newest resident, Archie the Barred Owl!

Archie arrived to us yesterday afternoon all the way from Lake Erie Nature & Science Center located in Ohio. He is around 3 years old!

His story is sad and one that could have been prevented. He was found as a young chick and illegally raised and kept by a member of the public. He has no fear of humans and does not know how to properly be an owl. Due to this, he was deemed to be non- releasable, as he would not be successful in the wild.

The important lesson in his story is that if you find abandoned or orphaned wildlife, contact your local wildlife rehab. They have the know-how to raise and rehabilitate wildlife so that they can have a successful life and release. Do not attempt to raise wildlife on your own. While Archie's story is unfortunate, we hope that he will help bring awareness as to why it is always important to contact your local rehab center when you find wildlife that needs help.

We are very happy to have Archie join us at the park; he is settling in and we hope you can visit him soon!

I can't wait to meet him! Every time I visit here, I've been sad Hooties pen was still empty. (Hootie was seriously around 30 years old, near blind, and only had one wing. He was one tough Barred Owl!). Hootie's been gone for about a year and a half I think, so I'm glad they've finally found a new owl in need of a home.