Night Visitor
My wife awoke me from a sound sleep at about 1:17 AM this morning to say, "What's that, a Mourning Dove at this hour?" My first groggy response was, "No, that's our daughter talking." I then awoke just enough to recognize the clear, staccato, and unmistakable hoo-HOO-HOO-hoo-hoo call of a Great Horned Owl coming from our back yard. The calls were repeated at what seemed like 20-second intervals for at least 5 minutes. A pleasant surprise in the middle of a city of 15,000 people.
My wife awoke me from a sound sleep at about 1:17 AM this morning to say, "What's that, a Mourning Dove at this hour?" My first groggy response was, "No, that's our daughter talking." I then awoke just enough to recognize the clear, staccato, and unmistakable hoo-HOO-HOO-hoo-hoo call of a Great Horned Owl coming from our back yard. The calls were repeated at what seemed like 20-second intervals for at least 5 minutes. A pleasant surprise in the middle of a city of 15,000 people.
posted by John L. Trapp at
5/04/2003 01:39:00 AM
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