There are times when I venture out, and I get the distinct feeling…someone or something is watching me.
I finally captured the culprit on film.
He generally prefers to be heard, and not seen.
This time I win.
Many evenings we can hear his distant “hoot”, and recently, I am so tickled to hear another owl calling back to him. Heck, I don’t know if he is a he or a she.
I just hope our new arrival is the opposite sex, so we can get, you know…baby owls.
Wouldn’t that be a hoot?