The Goofiest Barred Owl Bar None

This has been a pretty weird winter weather-wise.  We have had fifty degrees and minus five so far in January.  I’ve had snow, rain, sleet and hurricane force winds all on the same day.  There have been torrential rains followed by bright sun.  Weird.  And now just to show you that I’m not the only one who’s confused our local Barred Owl has switched into a daytime critter.  This bugger was in a tree branch right outside my living room window and scarfing down mice right before my eyes.  Their ability to turn their heads one hundred eighty degrees is pretty bizarre.  But if staying up all day means he won’t be serenading me at two a.m. then count me in on the program.  These Barred Owls have one of the weirder sounding repertories among the “Children of the Night” in my neck of the woods.

I happened to have my camera there but it was equipped with the Sony 55mm f\1.8 lens.  I took a bunch of shots through a double glazed window and here they are cropped and resized out of all sanity.

Barred Owl with mouse; Sony A7 III; Sony 55mm f\1.8 lens

If you look real close you’ll see something hanging from his beak.  In the rest of the shots you’ll understand the whole story

Barred Owl with mouse; Sony A7 III; Sony 55mm f\1.8 lens

 

 

 

Barred Owl with mouse; Sony A7 III; Sony 55mm f\1.8 lens

 

 

 

Barred Owl with mouse; Sony A7 III; Sony 55mm f\1.8 lens

Later on in the day he showed up again and I got outside to try and take some shots with my 200mm macro. The effort was only partially successful but it will be the bulk of my photo of the day efforts for the next few days.  Now what accounts for this nocturnal pest suddenly becoming a diurnal pest is beyond my weak powers of deduction.  Just one more sign of the apocalypse I suppose.

Bring ‘em Back Alive by Frank Buck – A Short Review

I’m going to reference this post under both Science Fiction and Fantasy and Current Events.  Under either category an error is being committed.  But that’s the great thing about being the proprietor.  You can break the rules when it suits you.  Frank Buck was a wild animal importer back in the nineteen twenties and thirties.  He brought back never before seen creatures to Europe and America for zoos and circuses and other exhibitors.  He brought in the first Indian rhinos out of Nepal when that country was as isolated and inaccessible as the Moon is now.  His stories are full of hair-raising escapes from tigers and cobras and he fills them with exotic people from India and Southeast Asia.    The language and the characterizations of these non-western people is extremely politically incorrect even by the standards of fifty years ago.  But they are probably closer to reality than the current over-sensitive portrayals of non-western customs in the “thou shalt not offend the non-westerner” popular press.

Now the case for putting this under sf&f is because it ties into the movies King Kong, Son of Kong and Mighty Joe Young.  These movies are demonstrably some amalgam of sf&f.  The fantasy of an adventurer heading off into the uncharted jungles of the still partially untamed world and bringing back some fantastic and almost mythological creature is in part based on the popularity of Frank Buck’s stories in “Bring ‘em Back Alive.”  He goes into these jungles and using contacts with the local inhabitants locates and captures these legendary creatures.  Now granted, capturing a verified man-eating tiger or the largest orangutan is a lot less spectacular than fighting dinosaurs or shooting a fifty-foot gorilla off the Empire State Building.  But in the imagination of kids in the 1930s both were more exciting than going to school or working at a shoe factory.

Reading these stories recently, I am struck by the certainty that many of the details have been exaggerated to make the story more exciting.  This is especially true of the poetic justice that catches up to a cruel Maharajah in the story Tiger Revenge.  Also, it is amazing to see how primitive the methods for transporting these amazing creatures were back in the 1920s.  Tropical primates like orangutans were loaded onto freighters that took weeks to cross the Pacific Ocean and the conditions in the hold or on the deck were pretty bad.  Add into this equation storms or even typhoons and it’s amazing that he got anything “back alive.”  If any of the practices employed in those times were used today the ASPCA and the local animal welfare agencies would call for the death penalty for the importers.

But the stories are interesting and exciting on their own terms.  In one story a tiger trapper is caught in his own leg trap.  He is trapped out in the jungle at night with mosquitoes torturing him, ants attacking his wounded leg and the threat of jungle predators all around him with nothing to defend himself with if they attack and no way to escape.  Is the story true.  I doubt there is any way to know.  But the tale is compelling.

There are about twenty of these stories.  Most linked only by the presence of the author and a few other supporting characters like Frank’s Malay “boy” Ali (actually a man in his fifties) who assists him in his adventures and the directors at the zoos and circuses that were his clients.

My father read this book in the 1930s.  He gave it to me in the 1960s.  And I’ve given copies to my grandsons and nephews in the 2010s.  It seems to have a universal appeal to the male animal.  I recommend it highly.