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WHOO WHO WHO

The owl is back.

S/he is out there about 4 AM when Franklin and I go out to pee. Old joke. Him not me.

We hear the owl.

I hoot back.

The owl gets closer.

We do it again.

Franklin is fascinated. He sits. Ears up. Cocks his head.

"What the fuck is going on? Will I have to have an owl in the house"?

No.

I quit.

It is a kind of manipulation so I stop.

The owl will get over it.

It is one of the most wonderful sounds in the night.

This is a barred owl and I think ours is a barn owl. We see him fly by some nights from the spa.

Maybe I will get close enough to see.

Labels: life, nature