As The Younger Son was coming home the other night, walking along the sidewalk, he saw a Barred Owl. Then he heard it. Sweet! They are native here, but we've never seen one at our house. It was calling loudly. Also known as the Hoot Owl, they sound like this. Here's one hooting in a tree:
Their breeding season begins in February, so maybe we'll be seeing more of them. As I sit here with my cuppa (coffee, as usual in the mornings) looking out onto the courtyard, I find myself watching and listening, hoping that night wasn't an oddity. I'd love to have owls!
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(photo of the owl via Wikipedia)