I have three large oak trees in my yard. When I am up on the roof cleaning gutters or raking 16 tons of leaves, I sometimes mumble unpleasantries about those trees. But then every once in awhile, and it has happened frequently the past few weeks, after dark, I hear an unique call outside. It sounds like this:
On occasion the kids and I can shine a flashlight up into one of those trees and even spot the little screech owl that is making those calls. That is a good night.
Like many of you, I live in town and anxiously await the times when I can get outta there, back onto the water, in the field or in the woods where I would much rather be. Until then, it is nice to have three oak trees in my yard which house just a little bit of that wildness I crave. I am comforted to hear that sound out my window in the middle of the night.
Now if I could just get a big Tom turkey to roost in one of my oak trees!