It was a week of night sounds in the woods. One night I was even serenaded by a bunch of coyotes. There were owls every night, and a variety of them, too. One night I listened to a screech owl… I particularly like those guys, diminutive in size and not very loud. On the other extreme, the great horned owls were hooting their deep-pitched query, “who, who- who- who. Everyone’s favorite, the barred owl, was pitching in his “who cooks for you”. There was another one, too. I’ve heard him before, but can’t put a name to him… maybe I need to google for an identification.
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