Friday, August 3, 2012

Shaking off the mothballs.

Early in the dark hours of this morning, I heard an Eastern Screech Owl. I always remember it as the woman's cry in the night that frightened so many early immigrant settlers to North America. To me it seems melancholy and exotic. They are common but I don't hear them as much as I do the Great Horned Owls around.

I am completely enchanted by owls, and so it seems as good a reason as any to share this note as a way to quietly get this blog in gear again.