The birds that really started me in the serious, and yet amusing task of keeping an aviary, were two little Californian screech owls. The year was 1899, and I was studying boy life in the charming Belmont School, twenty-five miles from San Francisco. The grounds of the school lie on the lower slope of hills that enclose an open valley fronting the bay of San Francisco. A walk of twelve miles took us to the shores of the Pacific. Close to the school were beautiful cañons that the boys and older persons were never tired of exploring. The lads of the school were allowed to keep dogs, horses, pigeons, poultry--indeed, any pets they chose to have. One day, when I was up in the poultry yard, wher…
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