There’s an old song
about “a hoot owl howlin’ at my window now for six nights in a row”…well, last
night I had three hoot owls howlin’ by my window…one of them definitely seemed
like the father because he had lower ‘hoot’ than the other two…I hope that
doesn’t sound too sexist these days…the second hoot was a little higher…maybe
it was the mom…the third hoot sounded more like a hyena or something…much
higher pitched…anyway it woke me up and I listened with delight…one of the dogs
woke up too but went back to sleep…guess she wasn’t too concerned about
it…after about five minutes or so, they moved on to a different spot because I
could still hear them, but they weren’t as loud…if I lived 150 or 200 years
ago, I might have taken that for an omen.