Western Screech Owl: Season 2, Chapter 3
Guest Post by Dan Weisz
Now that it is very hot each day, the female Western Screech Owl leaves the nest box shortly after sunset and spends up to ten minutes quenching her thirst. She’ll get a drink, then look around for a while, then get another drink, and repeat. The owls will lap later into her bill, then tip her head back to let it run down her throat.
Now that it is very hot each day, the female Western Screech Owl leaves the nest box shortly after sunset and spends up to ten minutes quenching her thirst. She’ll get a drink, then look around for a while, then get another drink, and repeat. The owls will lap later into her bill, then tip her head back to let it run down her throat.
On
this night, after filling up with water, she found a nearby perch and relieved
herself. She squats down in order to do this.
This
was a lucky shot. The owl is “casting a pellet”. Owls usually swallow
their prey whole and break it down in their gizzard. The bones, teeth, fur and
other indigestible material is compressed into a pellet shaped mass that is
then disgorged by regurgitation.
Later,
she flew to the water dishes on the ground to take a bath.
A few
night’s later, she was back on a perch and scratching herself.
Although
this photo is blurry, it gives you a sense of what the owl looks like when she
returns to her nest box.
I
know that the eggs have hatched by the method the owl uses to drop down into
the box. Several weeks ago, when the owl dropped into the box after
looking out of the opening, she just dropped down and disappeared quickly. For
the past two weeks, she turns and looks down before descending. I am sure
she is looking at the owlets so she doesn’t just step on their heads.
And
then she slowly descends into the nest box.
The
male leaves his daytime perch in our neighbor’s porch pillar around the same
time the female leaves the box to take a drink. I never see him drinking
and usually he is out in the desert nearby hunting. I rarely see him but
often hear his calling from the desert. One night this week he perched in
my backyard. When I moved, he straightened up and erected the feather
tufts on his head. That’s his disguise mode used to blend into the trees
that are often behind him. He has not spent as much time near me as his
partner has.
A
few night’s later, I saw the male again. This time, he had caught some
food. He’s holding a Western Banded Gecko in his beak. You can see
a fresh wound in the gecko’s belly where the owl probably first caught him.
Now, the owl is carefully holding the gecko by its skull and awaiting a call
from the female to make the delivery to the nest.
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