This is Illinois Extension’s Voice of the Wild. A new wild voice in just a moment, so find someplace quiet, take a deep breath, and enjoy.
This owl is very easy to overlook. I and five others, all experienced birders, two of whom were ornithologists wielding a radio antenna, once rambled in circles beneath one without seeing it.
The antenna was beeping to tell us that we were right on top of the bird’s transmitter. We nonetheless went fifteen minutes without noticing the bird directly above us. In our defense, it was in a bit of a strange place; a quarter of the way up a pine tree instead of the more typically daytime roost for the species, safely out of sight in a redcedar or thicket of honeysuckle. Typically close to the trunk and a little above eye level.
If you can find them, They’re an adorable sight, with a round head and white streaks on a tawny brown body, but don’t their cuteness fool you, though small, they are fierce; certainly the worst nightmare of wood mouse or vole.
This is the northern saw-whet owl (Aegolius acadicus) from the owl family, Strigidae
Much like the scissor-grinder cicada, the saw-whet’s name is an anachronism - the activity that secured the saw-whet name to our mutual understanding - the honing of saw teeth with a whetstone, has long since disappeared into history. Were it named now it might be called the alarm clock owl.
In illinois, we’re unlikely to hear this song as it is generally reserved for attracting mates when the bird returns to the north in the spring, but while the bird is here between October and March, we might get lucky and hear one of its other vocalizations; either their whining call or their “Skew” call.
Altogether, here’s the Northern Saw Whet Owl again.
Thank you to the Macaulay library at the Cornell lab for our bird sounds. And thank you for tuning in to learn a new wild voice with Illinois Extension.