The great horned owl serenade at dusk and dawn has come early this year. Usually arriving in early February, the hooting of two owls singing their love songs echoes through the bare branches of the cottonwoods these bitter January days. There have been a few sightings of them on our daily walks, even though they are well camouflaged in their winter plumage of grey and white. They peer down at us, completely motionless. If there is plentiful food, they will nest and raise their young. We are very hopeful and will follow their progress from a distance.
Looking forward to many more!
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Owls are very interesting, mate for life and are quite vocal.
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Sounds like a Disney movie with your menagerie! Bravo, Dish. And the adventure continues . . .
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