Burrowing Owl in Argentina

I’m not normally one to try to photograph birds—I have neither the expertise nor the long lenses that are generally required for good bird photographs.  However, during my March trip to Argentina I scared up this burrowing owl (Athene cunicularia), who flew a short distance, landed on a nearby fence post, and then just sat there staring at me—almost as if it was daring me to try.  Never one to turn down a challenge (real or perceived), I took the bait.  My longest lens is a 100mm macro, so I set the camera to automatic mode, pointed it at the bird, and started walking.  After each slow, deliberate step I clicked the shutter, racking up about a dozen shots by the time I took the photos below.  They are minimally cropped only for composition and, thus, attest to how amazingly close the owl allowed me to get before it finally found the situation just too unsettling and flew much farther away.  My colleagues commented afterwards that they wished they’d taken a video of me stalking the owl (which they found almost as amusing as the bird’s incredulous stare).  Perhaps all the tiger beetle stalking I’ve done helped.

Copyright © Ted C. MacRae 2011

15 thoughts on “Burrowing Owl in Argentina

  1. Coming to this post many years after you shared it, but wanted to say thank you for naming the owl species for me. In 2000, I was down in Pinamar, Argentina. Lived there for a couple of months and I noticed one of these little burrow owls in the dunes a few blocks from my place. I would often pass by while running errands just to watch. One day, it was much as you described – he got agitated that I was watching and went and landed on a power poll nearby. It was then that I noticed a second head, just inside the burrow and realized they were a mated pair. I stood and watched for a while, maybe 2 minutes. The male was screeching at me. Finally I decided I’d bothered them enough and turned to go, when out of the corner of my eye I saw a shadow and a small feathery body slammed into my head. He raked my scalp with his talons and knocked my sunglasses askew before gliding off to the top of the dune to screech at me some more. I was stunned, amazed at the nerve of the thing. He even drew blood.

    A week later I passed by and there on the ground right outside the entrance were two little puff-balls – the chicks the female had been guarding. Such a bold little bird, he’d been protecting his brood and attacked an animal (me) 100 times his size or more. He had my immediate respect.

    Such cool little birds. Great shots of them.


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