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Flaco, the Eurasian eagle owl who escaped from his vandalized Central Park Zoo enclosure, seen on Feb. 18, 2023, in New York City.

Having recently read a children’s book about wild animals in a park like New York’s Central Park who were trying to free captive zoo animals, I am still pondering the message that freedom isn’t right for every once-caged creature. Now comes new detail on the death of Central Park Zoo’s escaped Eurasian eagle owl, Flaco, and some news on creating a statue in his memory.

Elaine Velie reports at Hyperallergic, “More than 3,000 people have signed a petition urging New York City to install a permanent statue in honor of Flaco, the beloved Eurasian eagle owl who died [in February]. The proposed monument’s design would involve a pedestal with a protruding branch where Flaco’s sculpture would perch for eternity. 

“Few members of the animal kingdom have captured the imagination of New Yorkers quite like the bird who was set free from his enclosure in the Central Park Zoo last year. Flaco, who was 12 at the time of his release, managed to live for more than a year in Manhattan, where he developed a devout following before colliding with a window on the Upper West Side last week. 

“Petition author Mike Hubbard, a 34-year-old musician who has lived in NYC for 12 years, told Hyperallergic that Flaco initially inspired him because of the bird’s ‘against-all-odds’ survival story. Though the owl had lived in captivity all his life, he was able to learn to hunt, most famously capturing rats. …

“Hubbard said. ‘He had people looking up instead of at their phones, and for once, everyone from all walks of life had someone to cheer for. It was beautiful.’ …

“Erecting commemorative statues in Central Park, however, is a lengthy process that requires rigorous rounds of public review. Few projects get approved. Still, New Yorkers have already taken the initiative to memorialize Flaco, creating ad hoc artistic tributes to the iconic bird.

“Native to a wide swath of land stretching from Siberia to the tip of Ethiopia and as far east as the Himalayan foothills, Eurasian eagle owls can live up to 60 years in captivity and 20 in the wild. Flaco died just short of 14. …

“ ‘Flaco’s swift adaptation to life in the wild inspired people all over the world,’ David Barrett, who runs the popular Manhattan Bird Alert X account, told Hyperallergic, adding that he ‘seemed to love being a free owl.’ ” More at Hyperallergic, here.

Ed Shanahan at the New York Times has details on the autopsy: “Flaco, the Eurasian eagle-owl whose escape from the Central Park Zoo and life on the loose captivated New York, had enough rat poison and pigeon virus in his system to kill him even if he had not died after apparently striking an Upper West Side building last month.

“The finding, from a necropsy conducted by Bronx Zoo pathologists after Flaco’s death on Feb. 23, validated widespread concerns about the hazards he faced living as a free bird in Manhattan for just over a year. …

“ ‘Flaco’s severe illness and death are ultimately attributed to a combination of factors — infectious disease, toxin exposures and traumatic injuries — that underscore the hazards faced by wild birds, especially in an urban setting,’ [said] the Wildlife Conservation Society, which operates the Central Park and Bronx Zoos.” More at the Times.

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Photo: John and Suzanne’s Mom.
“Typewriter Eraser,” by Claes Oldenburg, at Chazen Museum of Art, Madison, Wisconsin, August 2022.

When I saw this a year and a half ago in Madison, I loved so much that Claes Oldenburg was drawn to the artistic possibilities of a typewriter eraser that I took a picture.

More recently, a larger, outdoor version of that eraser drew in an owl.

Alisa Tang has the story at the Washington Post.

“It was the morning of Friday the 13th, and staff members were tending the grounds of the National Gallery of Art Sculpture Garden when they spotted something amiss: feathers sticking out of the blue bristles of the gigantic typewriter eraser.

“As they stepped in for a closer look, they realized a barred owl was stuck in the brush of ‘Typewriter Eraser, Scale X‘ — the garden’s six-meter-tall steel-and-fiberglass sculpture of the once-common office relic.

“The bird was still. But as the gardeners approached, it turned its head and blinked. …

“Brett McNish, the garden’s supervisory horticulturist, wrote in an email, ‘Occasionally, we see hawks momentarily perched on other taller sculptures in the garden, but never on Eraser. This is the first Owl seen in the garden.’ …

“There is a lot of wildlife in the garden, including dozens of species of birds and small mammals, McNish wrote. Hawks mainly like to sit on ‘Graft,’ a stainless steel sculpture of a leafless tree, though they tend not to stay for long. …

“Then came Friday the 13th and the extraordinary owl in the eraser. It was unclear how the owl got into its predicament, but staff members sprang into action. ‘It clearly needed help,’ McNish wrote.

“Workers hauled out a ladder and steadied it under the eraser. McNish, feeling ‘slightly anxious’ because of the bird’s thrashing as staff members neared, put on goggles and heavy-duty rose-gardening gloves for protection. He climbed the rungs and extracted the bird.

“The gallery’s sculpture conservation department provided a quilted cotton blanket normally used to move artwork to swaddle the owl, and McNish said that within an hour of its rescue, the owl was delivered into the care of City Wildlife, an animal rescue center in D.C.

“ ‘It was extremely lethargic, and it looked really sad,’ said Jim Monsma, City Wildlife’s executive director. ‘An owl during the day should not just be lying there in a box. It should be trying to fly away. It looked like it had just given up.’ …

“Staff members evaluated the owl, X-rayed it and found no broken bones. But its right shoulder was swollen, its ‘gums’ were pale, and it wouldn’t eat, said Sarah Sirica, a veterinarian and City Wildlife’s clinic director.

“The clinic put the owl on pain and anti-inflammatory medication, injected it with an electrolyte solution around the base of its leg and put it in a private room in a large cage that was lined with cloth so it wouldn’t damage its wings. The clinic bought frozen dead mice, thawed them and left them in the cage overnight — which is when owls normally eat — but the owl didn’t touch the food.

“So staff members hand-fed it: One person held the owl, while another, sometimes Sirica, wore gloves, opened the owl’s beak and put pieces of chopped-up thawed mice into its mouth, ‘a finger-length down,’ Sirica said.

“After about a week, Sirica deemed the owl healthy enough to travel; the swelling on its shoulder had gone down, and its gums were pink again. On Oct. 21, a City Wildlife volunteer drove the bird to Tri-State Bird Rescue & Research in Newark, Delaware. Upon arrival, staff at the facility placed it directly inside a 100-foot-long, gravel-floored flight enclosure for ‘prerelease flight conditioning,’ said Lisa Smith, the executive director of Tri-State Bird Rescue.

” ‘It gives them the opportunity to have a long flight. Then we can evaluate that they are flying properly — you can’t do that in a small enclosure,’ Smith said. ‘You have to see multiple flaps. Also, the enclosure is 20 feet high, so you want to make sure they can get from the ground up and make it from one end to the other at that height.’ …

“Tri-State Bird Rescue has admitted … ducklings that fall into storm drains, and birds that lose their nests during storms or get caught in sticky glue traps. But eraser owl was a novelty. …

“Tri-State Bird Rescue normally will return an adult bird of prey to the area where it was found, but it avoids transporting younger raptors because they can injure their wings in the carrier. Besides, as juvenile birds of prey become adults, they often have to find territory away from where they were raised anyway, Smith said. … ‘For the birds’ safety, we tend to release them here. It’s good habitat. It’s migration season.”

More at the Post, here.

And just for no reason, here’s a handy expression you can use the next time you are in Sweden: “Det är ugglor i mossen.” There are owls in the marsh. Erik’s mother says, “It is something that is not quite OK or not reliable. You should really not believe it. It’s a sort of feeling.” Maybe “I smell a rat”?

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Photo: Laurie Wolf at National Geographic
A screech owl in a Florida backyard was caught cohabiting with a duckling.

My sister had an idea that I’d like this story about an owl and a duckling, and she was right. Nature has a way of delighting us even if we’re grumpy, and according to a new Gallup poll, Americans are grumpy lately. Writes the New York Times, “Americans are among the most stressed people in the world. … Last year, Americans reported feeling stress, anger and worry at the highest levels in a decade.”

I can identify with that. But as it’s too rainy today for me to calm down with a walk in the woods, I will indulge myself in a vicarious bit of nature therapy from National Geographic.

Jason Bittel interviewed the amateur photographer who captured the scene above in her backyard.

” ‘Oh, we have an owl chick. This is wonderful!’ These were Laurie Wolf’s first thoughts when she noticed something small and fluffy bobbing up and down inside the nest box in her Jupiter, Florida, backyard. An eastern screech owl had taken up residence in the box about one month before, so she suspected it was an owl hatchling. But the truth was far stranger.

“As a storm rolled in and the sky darkened, Wolf and her husband caught a glimpse of the mother owl poking her head out of the nest box. And right beside the owl was a tiny, yellow-and-black duckling.

“ ‘The two of them were just sitting there side by side,’ says Wolf, a wildlife artist and amateur photographer. ‘It’s not believable. It’s not believable to me to this day.’

“Concerned that the predatory owl might eat the wood duck chick, Wolf contacted a raptor expert, who confirmed the duckling might be in danger. A local wildlife sanctuary agreed to care for the animal if she could catch it.

“But just as Wolf and her husband were about to intervene, the wood duck chick leapt out of the box and ‘made a beeline’ to a nearby pond, and she hasn’t seen the little critter since. …

“ ‘It’s not commonly documented, but it certainly happens,’ says Christian Artuso, the Manitoba director of Bird Studies Canada, who made a similar observation back in 2005 while he was studying eastern screech owls for his Ph.D. In that case, the female owl was actually able to incubate and hatch three wood duck chicks. …

“Parent ducks will sometimes lay an egg or two in someone else’s nest—usually another wood duck or another closely related species. …

“But shouldn’t the female owl be able to realize she’s sitting on the wrong eggs? After all, wood duck eggs are not only more oblong in shape than owl eggs, they’re also about twice the volume.

“Artuso says it’s impossible to know what a wild owl is thinking, but that it could be a case of what scientists call supernormal stimuli.

” ‘The parents might be thinking, Oh my god! This egg is huge! We’re going to have the best baby in the world!’ ”

More here.

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We had just enough snow yesterday to top off the cross-country trail my husband likes, but he’s pretty sure today was his last day skiing this season.

Before winter is entirely gone, check out a charming children’s book called Once Upon a Northern Night.

In the words of Maria Popova at BrainPickings.org, “Writer Jean E. Pendziwol and illustrator Isabelle Arsenault weave a beautiful lullaby in Once Upon a Northern Night (public library | IndieBound) — a loving homage to winter’s soft-coated whimsy, composed with touches of Thoreau’s deep reverence for nature and Whitman’s gift for exalting ‘the nature around and within us.’ …

” ‘Once upon a northern night
a great gray owl gazed down
with his great yellow eyes
on the milky-white bowl of your yard.
Without a sound
not even the quietest whisper,
his great silent wings lifted and
down,
down,
down,
he drifted,
leaving a feathery sketch
of his passing
in the snow.’ “

More about the book here.

Popova recommends that you complement Once Upon a Northern Night with Tove Jansson’s Finnish “classic Moominland Midwinter, then revisit the best children’s books of the year.”

My local indie bookstore is getting a lot of extra business because of Popova’s reviews of children’s books. In fact, I told the shop manager yesterday he should follow Brain Pickings, but there was a long line at the register, and I don’t think he wrote it down.

Art: Isabelle Arsenault/Groundwood Books
Once Upon a Northern Night

 

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When grandmas recite poetry before you are three, the look on your face probably translates as, “What the heck?”

Here we are testing out Edward Lear’s “The Owl and the Pussycat.”

A week or so ago, Ogden Nash’s “Custard the Dragon” held a certain fascination, but there was ambivalence about the “big, sharp teeth.”

In the spontaneous-story department, we have been working on variations of “The Three Bears” and are edging up on “The Pig Won’t Jump over the Stile.” Stay tuned.

listening to Edw Lear poem

what kind of story is this?

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Photograph: Mark Brown, Boston Globe

What a treat! A poet who follows this blog just sent me two lovely poems about a snowy owl she once saw. Or perhaps I should say, she once experienced. She would appreciate feedback on the poems, so please let me know your reactions in the Comments feature. E-mail is fine, too, suzannesmom@lunandstella.com. (And if you have a photo of a snowy owl in flight, I will replace the rather contemplative owl from National Geographic, below.)

Snowy Owl, by Nancy Greenaway

White shuttle of silken feathers
wefting across cloud warp of winter gray,
silently weaving sky with sea,
looming above watching walkers
tucked between patchworks
of stone-bound fields
and folds of silvered awe.

Snowy Owl 2, by Nancy Greenaway

Wide-winged whiteness
sensed before seen
swooping soundlessly
under low-lying layers
of cloud gauze

white on white
white on gray
soft on soft

too large to be living
and airborne

too white to be
worldly and wild

floating unruffled
on drafts of arctic cold

piercing consciousness
not with bill
or talon
or quill

but with light
and motion

avian divinity
spirited from
another dimension

penetrating dusk
by force of feathers

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