One of the new experiences I’ve had this summer (my first summer living in the Charente region of France) is with barn owls.
Not long after I moved here, a barn owl flew out from a neighbour’s barn and up onto a light on my house, then quickly flew back home again. I saw the owl a few times, mostly as a blur of white as it flew from somewhere above my front door at night. One time as I was chatting to a friend of mine, the owl came out, flew three times around the mulberry tree, keeping its eyes on us, then flew back to the barn.
Do you know about the noise the barn owls make at night – its a hissing noise, not a hoot. Barn owls don’t hoot. Well for a couple of months in the summer I heard a lot of hissing from the dovecots in our house.
Can you see those two little holes in the wall next to the third from the left upstairs window?
You can see them better close up
Well that’s where the noise was coming from and that’s where the barn owls have a nest.
I haven’t managed to see any owls actually fly into or out of the holes but after a few days I stood back in the garden and when I looked really carefully I could see owls. I used my little camera with the zoom lens, set the zoom to max, ratcheted up the ISO setting to the darkest conditions and stood very very patiently for ages until I got some pics of the owlets in the nest –
Well that was all very exciting and I sent an email to Marie-Pierre, Hilary’s friend who knows a lot about birds and she said they were definitely barn owls and we should watch out for one getting thrown out because that happened a lot and when it did you should put it back in the nest or up in a tree so it doesn’t get caught by cats or foxes.
A couple of days later we found an owlet hiding under the tomato plants in the veggie plot –
Well the nest is too high for me and I didn’t think I could reach it with a step ladder so I put it in the mulberry tree – there’s a photo of me carrying it!
Next day it was gone and no sign of feathers or anything so we reckoned it had either been carried back to the nest or it had flown.
However the following day we found it hiding between a stone trough and the wall of the house – and it didn’t look great. I put it back in the tree and went off to the supermarket to get it some chicken pieces but by the time I came back it was back behind the trough again.
A wee while later (it was pouring rain all that day) it staggered out onto the path and fell over so I picked it up and put it in a shoe box and put that in the shed – it didn’t look like it had long to go and a couple of hours later it was still and had passed away.
I found that very upsetting. Really sad and tearful. But then that’s Nature I guess and I read about barn owls and the young don’t have a lot of luck! Often one gets thrown out the nest then the parents don’t feed it any more and once they learn to fly they are chased off to find their own territory but most don’t make it dying from starvation cos they don’t hunt well enough, or killed by cats, foxes or cars!
Yikes!
The next day, I couldn’t believe it – another baby owl behind the trough! Oh no! So this time I put the step ladders on a plank and took the owlet up the steps with me and pushed him over the ledge into the dovecot.
He, or she, didn’t fall out again!
It’s been a bit of an emotional roller coaster and a big learning for me. I handled the second owl much more easily than the first and looks like I might have made a better decision with it. However, why do they get thrown out in the first place? Is it because they aren’t right somehow and the mother is protecting the others with limited food supplies?
Who knows!?
Well the hissing continued for a few weeks, then at around the time I expected the little ones to fly off, the family decanted across to my neighbour’s barn, but they came back to the garden every night to hunt, play and hiss.
I went to Scotland for a week, and when I came back the garden was silent again at night. I guess the young ones have “dispersed” – off to find their own territories and take their chances in life.
I felt a bit sad that they’d gone, but it’s good that they have. It’s the natural flow of Life.
I wonder if the adults will come and nest here again next year. Well, if they do, then I’m a bit more experienced, and I’ve bought a taller ladder, so I’m ready for any wee ones which tumble out into the garden.
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