 |
| Since he can't move his eyes from side to side, he has to turn his head. |
The birds were going crazy in the far back corner of the yard -
blue jays screaming,
crows squawking, and
red-winged blackbirds letting out ear-piercing whistles. After a bit of searching the trees with the binoculars, the Taller Half scoped out this magnificent fellow - a great horned owl. We often hear the deep, haunting
calls of great horned owls in the evening, especially in the spring, but he didn't have anything to say that particular morning. Just sitting, not talking. The lot on the other side of our neighbors has recently been cleared for development and we think he may have lived in one of the now gone trees. For several mornings now, he's been sitting in one of our oaks - maybe he's house hunting. He's welcome to stay.
No comments:
Post a Comment