The Yellow Paper Owl: An Explanation

Hunter Harris Anderson looked up through the towering gum trees, feeling the sunlight cascade down on him, dappled by the straggly branches of a young wattle. A sense of awe engulfed him as he wondered at the height and strength of the century old trunks. The steady rush of the stream provided a constant background noise, which, in harmony with the occasional rustle of leaves and birdcalls throughout the trees, created the raw melody of the Australian bush. Hunter stood, eyes closed, and listened, enjoying each and every note.

Burrowing owls are an amazing species of owl that is currently in danger. Historically, the owl

Owls are interesting nocturnal animals that have evolved in many ways other than birds. There are over 200 different species of owls and they have all evolved differently but they share some common characteristics. Some environmental adaptations that owls have are silent flight, keen eyesight, and the ability to hunt.

After reading the article I have learned that the biologist are killing barred owls because they want to help protect the endangered spotted owl. Instead of killing the barred owls they should relocate them to a different forrest if that is a possibility. This would help the spotted owl's population increase without killing the barred owls. I really don't think it should be legal to kill beautiful barred owls. The famous scientist Lowell Diller said “Can you imagine letting something like that go extinct?” This is a difficult situation because it’s either they kill the barred owls or the barred owls kill the endangered spotted owl. Scientist believe that a big reason why the owls are enemies is because they cut down multiple trees

Barn owls are the most widely distributed species of owl, and one of the most widespread of all birds. These owls can be located almost anywhere in the world besides polar and desert regions. The barn owl is a nocturnal hunter that rests in abandoned buildings and trees. While hunting, the owl relies on its acute sense of hearing to guide them in the dark. Barn owls received their name due to their tendency to nest in old barns. This predatory bird's diet can vary depending on the location in which the owl lives. In North America and Europe, voles and shrews dominate the owl's diet, while the Mediterranean region their diet is mainly mice and rats.

Many different species of animals are threatened by harmful chemicals and pollution that hinder said species literal existence. DDT, PCBs, organophosphate pesticides, and mercury, for instance, sneak into many different predators, including the barn owl. The barn owl preys on specific species of animals; however, the barn owl is not embedded with the chemicals themselves. Chemicals like DDT, PCBs, etc. are within creatures called mice, moles, shrews, and voles; therefore, the owls retrieve these deadly chemicals when they prey on these specific animals. Ecologists fear for the barn owls existence because of the insecticidal chemicals and their impact on the bird.

A purple dusk splashing over tangerine groves and long melon fields; the sun the color of pressed grapes, slashed with burgandy red, the fields the color of love and Spanish mysteries. When the sun set, no candle replaced it. Only the lustrous spark in glossy eyes to spare. Under the willow trees, the leaves lay deep and so crisp that a lizard made a great skittering if he ran among them. Elegantly, the innumerable flashing fragments lay shining in midst of the church. Ahead, the path vivaciously glistening like white quartz, yet raindrops on the weary concrete was all it was.

So much new growth seems to have sprung up while we were away so that what was old seems new. Moonlight gives light to the colors, leaves so green and so gold the sight takes my breath away. The dew seemed to spray down on us to give off a spiritual feeling flowing amongst the vines and the parrots, toucans, and of course my favorite the harpy eagle as it soared above us. The beautiful bird of prey seemed to be calling to us to come join him in the sky. “Soon my friend, soon.” I call to him and somehow I know

These are the owls which were the inspiration for the delightful and wise character Owl in the Winnie the Pooh stories. However the tawny owls in Britain are threatened because there is a decline in the population of their main food source the vole. Now you are probably wondering what a vole is? Well a vole is a small rodent like creature which resembles a mouse. Studies have discovered that field voles have decreased in great numbers in the U.K.

A crisp breeze bends, splits, and shifts the life around me as I slowly turn, taking in the wide, open meadow. I am in a basin on a picturesque October morning under a soft, blue sky. The mountain is remarkably bold, beautiful, yet, peaceful and right. Golden is the meadow with the yellow leaves swaying on the branches casting their color above me and fallen leaves still vibrant; light swirls and shines above and below. Some branches are bare as fall strips away summer. This meadow situated in the basin of the San Francisco Peaks; a meadow with hay-like grass drying from these bracing waves of winds gives me goosebumps as I shiver my writing slants downwards and then juts up. There is an underlying rattling from this grass all bending to the East from these gusts. Pine needles from the Ponderosas are sprinkled on the ground and crunch under each step I take–crunch, then scatter. I break apart these pine needles and other debris, even some dry leaves from the aspens above.

The Forest Owlet is an extremely rare and critically endangered owl speicies. It was known, until just recently from collected specimes in the 1800s. Before now, it was considered extinct, until it was rediscovered in 1977.

As I turn from the outlook, leaving the booming mountains to my back I notice the trees. Making up this glowing landscape were the burning leaves of the treas. The canopy of color burned with high intensity. Each leaf was chattering in the wind making up faint rustling, perhaps to keep the forests secret below. Nature’s sympathy was conducting itself is a small crescendo. The trees were tall enough to pain the sky

The wind was weaving its way harmoniously through the treetops at sunset. It created a mystifying ambiance within the forest. The sun was gleaming through the tree branches, leaving its last little slivers of warmth before dropping down below the hills for its lingering night’s sleep. It almost seemed like a picturesque dream all together with the hushed silence.

Vibrant birds sing their elegant melodies. The boughs and branches of the old oak tree sway to and fro in the spring breeze, and the sun beams through it’s vacuous gaps – filling the living room of my father’s apartment with oscillating lights and elegant shades. Below us the hustling of the crowded streets can be heard. The torrent of consciousness, they walk to and from, each characterised with different memories, thoughts, and attitudes.

She stood there as the world passed her by. Ever since she came into the world, it has turned its back to her. Shunned her and continued on their way, without a second glance. She stood in the background of life, watching the forgotten beauties that everyone had forgotten, like her. Even now she leaned up against a tall oak tree that stretched out across the sky, long limps twisting together and bright green leaves scattered about. The old tree had been there for a long time, and yet everyone that passed by was too busy to take in the grandness of what surrounded them. However, every flower that pressed through the cracks of the broken sidewalk, every bird that flew across the sky, every creature that walked by her she would stand in