I dozed a bit and woke to silence, then heard her in the patch of scrub trees not far from my window: who-who-whoooo, with a trill in the last “whoooo”, over and over. The barred owl female, calling her mate who was hit by a car.
I hope she eats well, and not on the kitten I adopted!
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Best of luck to your hootie! Hopefully she will grow nice and strong over the winter. This year’s young ones will need to find new territory, so perhaps you will be able to welcome one of those.
Thank you! May it be so!
