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Come Inside... => The Snug => Topic started by: GROWLER on May 24, 2010, 10:21:41 PM
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I've been talking to Barn Owls up me'ill tonight. cloud9:
I can actually do a pretty damned good impersination of a owl believe it or not. One of my few but excellent talents. angel1
The fantastic thing was that it/they kept answering me back, and eventually one came swooping over me to see what and where I was.
Oh what a gorgeous creature.
You wonder why I luv going out there so often? Absolutely stunningly awesome place.
I've even got a 'pet' Robin that sat on me hand just after crimbo last year in the snow. cloud9:
Just need a me 'ut up there now, and me life will be complete. cloud9:
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I recall a news story about this type of thing from some years back. Guy in SUrrey who spent most evenings at the end of his garden talking to owls. After about 6 months he discovered that one of his neighbours was doing the same thing... whistle:
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I recall a news story about this type of thing from some years back. Guy in SUrrey who spent most evenings at the end of his garden talking to owls. After about 6 months he discovered that one of his neighbours was doing the same thing... whistle:
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Reported in the Daily Mail on 25th July 1997
THERE was only one thing on the mind of bird-lover Neil Symmons. To
wit, to woo an owl.
Each evening, he stood in his garden imitating the call of the night
hunters, hoping one would reply.
But, cry as he might, none seemed to give a hoot about him. Then, one
magical evening last year, came the moment he had dreamed of. He gave
out his customary call ... and back came the clear tones of a tawny
owl.
It was the start of the most unusual nocturnal relationship since,
well, the owl and the pussycat.
For a year, 41-year-old Mr Symmons took to his garden each night,
calling to his newfound feathered friend - and getting a heartening
response.
Although he never actually saw the cooperative creature, he kept a log
of their 'conversations.' His ambition of breaking the code of bird
language and gaining some understanding of owl communications was
taking wing.
Until, that is, his wife Kim got chatting to next-door neighbour Wendy
Cornes. 'My husband spends his nights in the garden calling out to
owls,' said Mrs Symmons.
'That's odd,' Mrs Cornes replied.
'So does my Fred.' Then it dawned on them. Their spouses had spent the
past 12 months hooting at each other over the garden fence.
And although the tale seems almost too bird-brained to be true, Mr
Symmonds - a computer programmer who breeds owls - found it was the
only explanation. 'I felt such a twit,' he said last night. 'I checked
my records and realised from the times I had recorded that Fred and I
had been talking to one another. When the penny dropped between Kim
and Wendy, they only stopped laughing long enough to tell us what had
happened.
'The trouble is that owl calls are not that precise and it's easy to
make a mistake. Two male tawnies roost in an oak at the bottom of the
garden, and I thought Fred was one of them.' Each night, he had stood
outside his $250,000 Georgian former rectory in Stokeinteignhead, near
Newton Abbot, South Devon, while his neighbour - a 58-year-old former
company director - replied from his property 50 yards away.
'I'm most flattered,' said Mr Cor-nes. 'I never realised I sounded so
realistic. I love nature, although I know very little about the
countryside - but I couldnt resist hooting at the owls.
'I never dreamed I was fooling my neighbour, who was fooling me.' His
59-year-old wife said: 'Fred was gobsmacked when I told him. He
thought I was joking, but when he realised and they both checked their
logs, they were hysterical. It is hideously embarrassing.
'Kim and I were talking about it and we thought it was a bit odd that
they both had this gift. Then we worked out that it was happening at
the same time, about 11.30pm each night.
'We couldn't believe they'd been so daft. The thing is, Fred's always
tried to talk to animals. It's a gift I suppose - but even we couldn't
believe how successful he'd been.' Despite the mix-up, both men plan
to continue with their owl-wooing, but will now join forces on their
evening call-outs to avoid confusion.
A spokesman for the Royal Society for the Protection of Birds said
last night: 'Owl calls are very hard to imitate well, even though
everyone thinks they're easy.
'I imagine the real owls listening to all this were somewhere between
confused and hysterical.
'The expression "prize twits" does spring to mind.'
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1997 eh? Seems my memory still werks, like
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Long term memory always lasts ... the short term memory is what goes first .......... errrrr ........ are you one of the nurses?
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I do a crackin' wood pigeon too btw, ans they talk back to me too. cloud9:
See, some creatures DO actually like me. cloud9:
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Pigeons tend to sit on our chimney pots. Minimus does a good line in cooing at them from the fireplace and getting them to coo back.
Oh ~ and we all like you ~ you miserable owld git!
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Reported in the Daily Mail on 25th July 1997
THERE was only one thing on the mind of bird-lover Neil Symmons. To
wit, to woo an owl.
Each evening, he stood in his garden imitating the call of the night
hunters, hoping one would reply.
But, cry as he might, none seemed to give a hoot about him. Then, one
magical evening last year, came the moment he had dreamed of. He gave
out his customary call ... and back came the clear tones of a tawny
owl.
It was the start of the most unusual nocturnal relationship since,
well, the owl and the pussycat.
For a year, 41-year-old Mr Symmons took to his garden each night,
calling to his newfound feathered friend - and getting a heartening
response.
Although he never actually saw the cooperative creature, he kept a log
of their 'conversations.' His ambition of breaking the code of bird
language and gaining some understanding of owl communications was
taking wing.
Until, that is, his wife Kim got chatting to next-door neighbour Wendy
Cornes. 'My husband spends his nights in the garden calling out to
owls,' said Mrs Symmons.
'That's odd,' Mrs Cornes replied.
'So does my Fred.' Then it dawned on them. Their spouses had spent the
past 12 months hooting at each other over the garden fence.
And although the tale seems almost too bird-brained to be true, Mr
Symmonds - a computer programmer who breeds owls - found it was the
only explanation. 'I felt such a twit,' he said last night. 'I checked
my records and realised from the times I had recorded that Fred and I
had been talking to one another. When the penny dropped between Kim
and Wendy, they only stopped laughing long enough to tell us what had
happened.
'The trouble is that owl calls are not that precise and it's easy to
make a mistake. Two male tawnies roost in an oak at the bottom of the
garden, and I thought Fred was one of them.' Each night, he had stood
outside his $250,000 Georgian former rectory in Stokeinteignhead, near
Newton Abbot, South Devon, while his neighbour - a 58-year-old former
company director - replied from his property 50 yards away.
'I'm most flattered,' said Mr Cor-nes. 'I never realised I sounded so
realistic. I love nature, although I know very little about the
countryside - but I couldnt resist hooting at the owls.
'I never dreamed I was fooling my neighbour, who was fooling me.' His
59-year-old wife said: 'Fred was gobsmacked when I told him. He
thought I was joking, but when he realised and they both checked their
logs, they were hysterical. It is hideously embarrassing.
'Kim and I were talking about it and we thought it was a bit odd that
they both had this gift. Then we worked out that it was happening at
the same time, about 11.30pm each night.
'We couldn't believe they'd been so daft. The thing is, Fred's always
tried to talk to animals. It's a gift I suppose - but even we couldn't
believe how successful he'd been.' Despite the mix-up, both men plan
to continue with their owl-wooing, but will now join forces on their
evening call-outs to avoid confusion.
A spokesman for the Royal Society for the Protection of Birds said
last night: 'Owl calls are very hard to imitate well, even though
everyone thinks they're easy.
'I imagine the real owls listening to all this were somewhere between
confused and hysterical.
'The expression "prize twits" does spring to mind.'
The highlighted bit is very true.
Takes me up to 2 minutes to cup my paws correctly to obtain the correct sound, but when I get it, it's loud and awesome, so awesomely accurate that I sometimes think I can fly. lol:
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Anyone can "talk" to wood pigeons. They never stop making that silly noise ::)
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Pigeons tend to sit on our chimney pots. Minimus does a good line in cooing at them from the fireplace and getting them to coo back.
Oh ~ and we all like you ~ you miserable owld git!
It's only sheeples that make me unhappy and miserable. Animals make me 'appy as they respond to my affections in a genuine manner.
I've never ever been 'stabbed in the back' by a owl or pigeon.
I did get 'plopped' on last week in our garden mind. ::)
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Isn't that meant to be good luck rubschin:
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Me dad always said it was.
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Me dad always said it was.
Had this discussion in the pub, not this one obviously, on Sunday how the hell is it lucky to be shat upon?
Re owls when I lived in the wilds of Cornwall a pair of owls hatched out at least three owlets. I used to love listening to them but would get pretty pissed off if their recalcitrant teenagers were still whittling at four in the morning clattering around in the trees. evil:
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Me dad always said it was.
Had this discussion in the pub, not this one obviously, on Sunday how the hell is it lucky to be shat upon?
Re owls when I lived in the wilds of Cornwall a pair of owls hatched out at least three owlets. I used to love listening to them but would get pretty pissed off if their recalcitrant teenagers were still whittling at four in the morning clattering around in the trees. evil:
I awoke this morning to the sound of squawing parakeets and the smell of newly mown grass wafting through the open windows... angel1
I live in central London confused:
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We have Scops Owls (http://www.kypros.org/Cyprus/scops.html) all around our house - they screech instead of hooting like Owls should like... noooo:
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Keeel them razz:
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Keeel them razz:
With my shotgun like...? rubschin:
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Why not? It's a long time since we've had Owl Surprise on the menu in the Restaurant ;D
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Why not? It's a long time since we've had Owl Surprise on the menu in the Restaurant ;D
The only problem is they sit on the overhead power cables.... still, what could possibly go wrong? rubschin:
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So, ditch the shotgun and go for a rifle whistle:
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So, ditch the shotgun and go for a rifle whistle:
Not allowed.... evil:
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After an imaginary discussion with my sharp shooter teenage nephew (can bag a 100 pheasant on a shoot) we recommend the following:
1) Take an assistant (LL)
2) Provide said assistant with an air klaxon
3) Load up and take aim with shotgun
4) Instruct assistant to activate klaxon
5) Shoot as owls take flight away from power cables
lol:
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After an imaginary discussion with my sharp shooter teenage nephew (can bag a 100 pheasant on a shoot) we recommend the following:
1) Take an assistant (LL)
2) Provide said assistant with an air klaxon
3) Load up and take aim with shotgun
4) Instruct assistant to activate klaxon
5) Shoot as owls take flight away from power cables
lol:
Excellent! eveilgrin:
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After an imaginary discussion with my sharp shooter teenage nephew (can bag a 100 pheasant on a shoot) we recommend the following:
1) Take an assistant (LL)
2) Provide said assistant with an air klaxon
3) Load up and take aim with shotgun
4) Instruct assistant to activate klaxon
5) Shoot as owls take flight away from power cables
lol:
Excellent! eveilgrin:
noooo: noooo: noooo:
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http://www.wirral-mbc.gov.uk/BarnOwls/
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After an imaginary discussion with my sharp shooter teenage nephew (can bag a 100 pheasant on a shoot) we recommend the following:
1) Take an assistant (LL)
2) Provide said assistant with an air klaxon
3) Load up and take aim with shotgun
4) Instruct assistant to activate klaxon
5) Shoot as owls take flight away from power cables
lol:
Excellent! eveilgrin:
noooo: noooo: noooo:
Just kiddin' Growler.... ;)