A good posting from Julie Zickefoose on the fate of burrowing owls.
This brought back some memories for me. During the 1940's, in Manahttan Beach, there was a family of burrowing owls living in a culvert near the railroad crossing on Center Street. We would see them standing outside their manmade burrow as we passed by on our way downtown. Then, one day we found them dead and bloody, killed by a hail of stones. Why? That terrible image is still with me almost 60 years later.
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