The New Yorker, February 1, 1941 P. 7
Talk story about a screech owl who has taken up residence in Washington Square. The owl is nesting in a sycamore tree, thrity feet from the ground. The bird has been chec ed up on carefully by Dr. A. M. Caccini, who distributes aseptic cotton to the sparrows for use as nesting materials. At almost exactly 5:10 every evening the owl wakes up, stretches his wings, and drops to a lower branch of t tree, where he remains practically motionless for about 40 minutes. Then he flies off into the twilight of the park. Dr. Caccini figures he gets back to his crevice around down. The doctor thinks the owl was especially intelligent in chosing Washington Square as a home because of the vast amount of food available to him there, mice and other things.
