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southern arkansas trip report part 4: secret of the screech owl 2004-04-24 - 7:20 a.m. Note: This is part four of our southern Arkansas vacation trip report. To find out how it all got started, read Part One, Part Two, and Part Three. all photos � 2004 by Elaine Radford and Roger Williams Friday, April 16 We visited Garvin Woodland Gardens in the morning, which had a heavy emphasis on cultivated flowers, including a Japanese garden. Then we puttered down the country roads until we arrived at DeGray State Park Resort, where we stayed in the lodge on a room overlooking the water. Their birding weekend was really oriented toward kids, but we took advantage of two events, first the sunset cruise where we explored the lake and saw the huge Bald Eagle nest recently abandoned for the summer. Venus blazed in the brilliant pink twilight. Later I headed over to the amphitheater for the Owl Prowl. I was the first to arrive and, while I was saddened that the numbers of lightning bugs didn't seem to be anywhere near where it was in the early 1980s, I soon heard an Eastern Screech Owl call in the distance. I knew we were in trouble when I heard this statement, "I've never been able to call a Barred Owl on one of these Owl Prowls." Heck, a Barred Owl will take your hat off just for the fun of it. Be that as it may, he played the recording, and it wasn't long before we could hear the Screech Owl calling back. Unfortunately for the ranger, he had to bear in mind the short attention spans of the under age 10 set, and when an Owl did not appear immediately, he gave up for the night. The hilarious part is that, when I had driven off a short ways down the road, the Screech Owl came barrelling out right in front of my car where I could get a good look at it. I think if we had waited a bit longer, everyone could have seen it. But maybe if we had waited a bit longer, some of the smaller children would have been biting on our ankles. I'd already heard a little girl comment that the owl was not coming because, "It's past his bedtime." Hint hint. Saturday, April 17 I hiked the Green Heron Trail twice, once alone, once with DH*. Having learned the difference between dams, causeways, and dikes, we explored these various structures using the Mel White book, but our best new birds actually came at DeGray Resort itself. We got a nice long look at a cooperative Cooper's Hawk in the Green Heron Trail area. Then, while hot-tubbing, we looked up through the huge glass skylights to see three Scissor-tailed Flycatchers displaying boldly in front of us. I jumped out of the hot tub, ran up to my room, got the binoculars, and ran back down for a better look. Moral of the story: Take your binoculars everywhere -- even the hot tub. The birds didn't get away though. They stayed and played much of the afternoon. We went swimming as well as hot-tubbing, but we preferred the hot tub, since it was out of the direct sunlight and was ours, all ours. We had to share the pool with four or five rather energetic kids. The restaurant overlooks the lake and its specialty is an excellent fried catfish, although it's a bit shaky on some of the other stuff. It's a dry county, so there's no beer with that catfish, but the rooms in the lodge do contain a decent-sized mini-fridge, so there's no reason you couldn't enjoy a before dinner drink in your own room overlooking the water before drifting down for dinner. As twilight deepened over the lake, we sipped a final glass of wine in our tiny living room and watched a conscientious Mallard mother herd a rambunctious flock of ten ducklings. They were cute little just-hatched fluffballs, maybe a day or two old. Sunday, April 18 It was hard to believe the honeymoon was already over, as they say, but it was time for the long trip home. We'd gotten a tank of gas with water in it, and it was knocking like crazy, but we made excellent time just the same. The birds seemed glad to see us, and Cookie didn't even bother to pretend to be ticked off. Then it was time to start calling and emailing around to let people know the big news. Fortunately, it wasn't as stressful as I feared. No one was upset about not being invited once they knew that no one was invited. I think a lot of people can appreciate not being hit up for all sorts of silly wedding gifts! *Contrary to long-standing myth, this old-time Usenet/Internet abbreviation stands for "dear husband," not "**** head." back - next All Rights Reserved, Copyright 2002-2017 by Elaine Radford