Well, my brother Matt is visiting and he has in one fell swoop opened my ears to a whole new world. We went for a walk on this trail near my house in Davis, CA where a massive number of burrowing owls live. I have spent the last few months, on and off, trying to take some good pictures of these amazing owls. Here is a slideshow of some of my favorites.
Anyway, while going on this walk, Matt brought an extensive collection of giant strange looking sound equipment.
You see, he is a sound engineer in his spare time and this is, well, what he does. And when we found some owls he told us to mosey on down the trail so he could record. And here are some of his recordings - completely changing my view of these owls.
Burrowing Owls by mattglenn
He has more detail about this on this blog.
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ReplyDeletethat is awesome
ReplyDeleteVery cool, and proof that quality doesn't require autotune.
ReplyDeleteThey are so cute.
ReplyDeleteOf course, whenever I see these birds I have to think of the lyrics of "Stuart" by the 1980s comedic-punk group "The Dead Milkmen"
ReplyDelete"Anyway, for his tenth birthday, all he wanted was a Burrow Owl.
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ask for anything else as long as I live.' So the guy
breaks down and buys him a burrow owl.
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you looking for?" He says "I'm looking for my burrow owl."
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think they call it a burrow owl, anyway?"
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