A Barred Owl at Dawn
In a gray and dripping dawn, after a night of heavy rain, a Barred Owl called from somewhere not far away, maybe in a branch of the white oaks right outside our bedroom windows. It called several times, a single hoooo with just the slightest –ow at the end of each, and with a rich, low, purring quality that I could feel as much as hear, a purring growl.
A beautiful way to begin the day.