Environmental Educator Richard Humphreys tells the unforgettable true life story of his heart-warming experience raising an abandoned Great Horned Owl from infancy to maturity on his wooded property in Lancaster County, Pennsylvania. Both adults and children will enjoy learning about the lifeways of a bird which some call The Tiger of the Night. Sample: One spring day I was jogging in the woods when I saw something small and white lying on the trail up ahead. When I looked more closely, I could see that it was a baby Great Horned Owl. I could see that he was alive because he was on his feet and looking at me very intently. When I looked overhead, I saw an owl’s nest in a large White Pine tree. I didn’t see any other owls around and wondered what to do. Should I take this helpless bird home or leave it where I found it? I have always been against taking wild critters out if the natural world. I decided to leave it. I said goodbye to the bird and wished him luck. I started jogging back the way I had come. But when I got to my car, I changed my mind. I felt compelled go back and get that baby bird and see if I could somehow help it survive. I got a cardboard box and some leather gloves from the car and walked back, hoping the bird would still be where I left him. I figured I would need the gloves because I knew that even with a young bird, their talons can be very strong. The owl was just where I left him. When he saw me approaching, he began opening and closing his beak with a loud clacking sound. He fluffed up his downy feathers, trying to make himself appear much larger, trying to intimidate me. That was when I got the idea to call him “Puff The Magic Owl”. With my gloved hands, I carefully lifted him up and put him in the box, closed the lid and carried him back to the car. As I drove home, I wondered what I would do next. When I got home, I carried the box down to our front porch and lifted him out. Puff walked around in circles. That was when I heard the crows. I looked up and saw that there were at least a hundred black crows cawing and carrying on, roosting in the six giant Norway Spruce trees beside our house. One thing I had learned about birds of prey was that there is a constant warfare between owls and crows. During the day, when the owls are in their nest, crows will fly up, pick owlets right out of the nest and drop them on the ground. I realized then that this is probably what had happened to Puff back in the woods where I found him. I also knew that this can work the other way around. At night, when the crows are roosting, Great Horned Owls will knock the crows off a branch, grab ahold of them with their talons while they are falling and devour them. I knew I would have to keep a close eye on Puff.