Camping with President Roosevelt by John Burroughs

"No," said he, "you stay here and keep that bird treed, and I will fetch them."

So off he went like a boy, and was very soon back with the glasses. We quickly made out that it was indeed an owl, -- the pigmy owl, as it turned out, -- not much larger than a bluebird. I think the President was as pleased as if we had bagged some big game. He had never seen the bird before.