When a murder of crows cackle in the neighborhood there’s usually something a foot. This time a barred owl took refuge in our dying ash tree. He was easy to spot with the crowd of black wings dive bombing in an attempt to get him to leave. He flew over to a neighbor’s tree where he had a little more cover. I got a shot or two in before they began berating him again. It seemed the neighborhood had not welcomed him the way we would have. Another one hasn’t been spotted since that day. Stupid Crows!