I can tell when a Northern Flicker is tapping on my house. I have done the Cornell Bird Count. I get excited when I see a bird I have never seen before. I was amazed when I spotted an eagle and still tilt my head at the huge group of turkey vultures if they circle over my yard. Do I make trips just to bird watch? No...but I have a feeling when I'm older I might enjoy such a thing while on vacation. In the meantime, I point out the difference between a bluebird and a blue jay and hope my kids learn a little somethin'.
When I first moved to this house I began to notice animals and birds that you just don't see in town. I also listened and started to hear calls I hadn't before. The night I heard the "hoot, hoo, hoo.....hoo...hoot" I was thrilled. I imagined waiting for a bright full moon night to venture out and spot the creature gazing down upon me from a limb.
The lingering effects of this cold/flu that I am battling don't allow for pleasant sleep and tossing and turning seems to come with the package. But this time I didn't mind. I heard the owl again...way in the distance as I've heard before. BUT, then I heard the close one. So close that my dog also perked up to listen. It seemed to be in the tree right outside the bedroom. They were having a discussion I suppose. What about I can only imagine. Maybe how unseasonably warm it has been which means the mice are still scurrying about ever so nicely. I listened for as long as I could until the one must have moved along to another tall tree. Just a few hours into my new day I had captured a new thing...just as the owl probably captured a snack.
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