A Great Horned Owl was in a tree outside my bedroom. A treat! I went outside to hear him better and that was well worth it. The owl might have been twenty feet up in the tree and I could hear him very clearly. He seemed to rehearse his call in a low, almost clucking, tone before hoo hoodoo hooo hoo. The owl called every minute or so, maybe quicker intervals than that.
Eventually he flew off, seemed to fly off mid-call. I could not see the owl, but I could hear him fly. He sounded big and he seemed to hoot with his wing beats.
I waited a while to see if the owl might come back. I really wanted to see it fly in the night sky. And while I waited, I heard another owl down the block! I have heard this owl before. It has a higher pitched call and when I first heard the owl earlier in the year I determined that it likely is a Barred Owl. It has a “Who cooks for you, who cooks for you all” call. (I keep my Sibley Guide to Birds nearby always.)
It is a beautiful night.
- Why do we love owls so much? (guardian.co.uk)