Who’s Awake? Me . . . too . . .

I have a little great horned owl buddy who’s been calling most nights for the past few weeks close enough to my bedroom window that I can hear her* while I’m in bed. Usually, she calls really late at night/early morning (between 2 and 4 a.m.). But last night, I didn’t hear her at all, and it made me a little bit lonely.

But tonight, she’s out there calling already. At 6:30 p.m. Oh yeah.

I’m tempted to go out and try to find her, which I might be able to do by calling back to her. (I’ve never called down a great horned owl, but I’ve called down barred owls before, so probably it’s possible). BUT if she’s defining her territory or something like that, I don’t want to mess with her. So, maybe I’ll just sit her and enjoy the serenade. 🙂

I might at least take a peek in the trees out back when I go out for dinner (if I can convince my sonGr to rouse himself from the couch long enough to walk over to the Mexican restaurant up the street). 😀

*Guessing at the sex by the pitch of the call; I could be wrong about that, though. Also, the title of this post refers to the phrase many birders use to recognize the call of the great horned owl. It sounds a lot like, “Who’s awake? Me . . . too . . .”  (You can listen to it here; I like the “Territorial Hooting Duet” the best.

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