Ferruginous pygmy owl

You may have to travel a long way to see this species. Inge saw it in south Texas, at the northern limit of its range.

A tiny owl with a longish tail, it is no bigger than an Eastern Bluebird. A daytime hunter, its wingbeats aren’t muffled as it darts from a perch like a flycatcher to catch insects, small reptiles or even birds.

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