A Barred Owl’s Call – Like a Lullaby

August ended and September began with two good rainy days, bringing slightly cooler weather, especially at night. Through bedroom windows open wide, about two o’clock this morning, I heard the low, mellow hoots of a Barred Owl – who cooks for you, who cooks for you-oww – repeated several times, not close, but not far away. I could not hear an answering call, but it was very good to hear at least this one, because we have not heard them often lately. Its shadowy, expressive voice made the night feel more alive, and at the same time, more peaceful and right. I had been lying awake, worrying about something, but after the owl fell silent, I fell easily back to sleep, soothed by its presence.

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