Beside the lake an eagle-owl was hooting from the depths of the spruce forest; hoohoo—h-o-o-o—hoohoo.
An eagle-owl sat in a cleft and at twilight uttered its shrill piercing cry.
The eagle-owl, could it be proved to belong to us, is so majestic a bird, that it would grace our fauna much.
The ascent at first lay through hanging forests, broken here and there by grey crags, the home of the chough and the eagle-owl.
They might find it quite as hard to feel contented down in the valley as woodcock and eagle-owl and lynx and star-flowers.