Slice of Life Sunday at Two Writing Teachers. I'll see if I have time to link! My comments will be late tonight after I get home.
Wednesday night, March, 8th, a Barred Owl returned. They stay around all year, but usually I don't hear them in the winter. But this week he's back in our neighborhood. Maybe the mice are more plentiful down the road a ways in winter, but spring mice are fresher here.
Friday night, as we were driving home and the crescent moon was so clear and bright, I wondered if we would hear him again. And right on cue, as we got out of the car, we heard him howling, loud and close by. I love to hear the lingering "who cooks for you" question. Suddenly we heard a return call. So there are two in the neighborhood! The second one sounded a little upset, giving an almost hawklike squawk before commencing to speak politely. Maybe she was just excited to hear a friendly hoot out there in the dark. I hope they are here to set up housekeeping. I'd love to hear them every night.
It would be a good place for them to live - in the woods just above a river that meanders down to the ocean, not too far away. It's the perfect habitat for Barred Owls, and one of the reasons our cat does not go outside - coyotes and hawks being the others.
Twice I have been startled by owls out here. Once when I was walking to the car at night, a huge, silent, gray form swooped down, flying right past me like a ghost (not that I've ever had a ghost fly past me, so maybe it isn't like that). He maybe thought I was prey, or he was on his way to prey and I just happened to walk in between at a bad moment.
The second time was a hot summer night, and I was on the computer up in our loft. I had the windows in the peak open for a breeze as I worked. Suddenly, the hooting of the Barred Owl came from a tree branch right outside the window, and I jumped. I couldn't see him, but I certainly heard him loud and clear. It was like I was sitting right beside him... and I literally was come to think of it!
Last summer, when the grandchildren were here, we saw the pair in a tree in our driveway and our grandson was able to at last see the owls he'd heard. He was fascinated, but he really didn't like the hooting, until I told him they were talking to him, and asking him "Who, who are you?"
I do hope they stick around for a while; I really want to get a better picture than the one I've got so far. And another recording. They often stop abruptly when I start recording.
|Barred owl just above our house looking down at me.|