head around and stared at me. It was a screech-owl and not a barn owl, as I could see from his little ears, altho he didn’t seem brown enough for that. He was a dull grey color with just a little brownish tinged, and he seemed small for an owl. I almost laughed outright, but restrained my mirth, as I wanted to examine him - for he was the first screech-owl I had seen. But he certainly was funny, I thought, The way he stared at me with his round yellow and black eyes, reminded me of a little old man looking over his glasses. And yet there was something charming about the solemn little creature, with his tiny ears and grayish body. I walked around to get a front view of him and his solemn round eyes followed my every movement - I could get over the way he would look at me; suddenly he would turn his head, incline his head a little - the shape of his beak looked as tho he was drawing his mouth down - and fix his expressionless eyes on me; he seemed to me to be trying to stare me out of countenance. Finally I came too near him and the bumps on his side suddenly turned into great spreading wings, and as he