ABG Halloween creature, now replaced by umhem holiday lighting. On balance, I prefer the plants, but I found this statuesque beauty compelling.
It was a dark and foggy morning…and in the quiet an owl hooted. And hooted.
Even in the city
Saturday, 16 November 2013
16 November 2013 at 1:25 pm
kayak woman says:
Last night our friends the Porters asked us when we were going to put up our holiday lights. I replied that I would *turn them on* after Thanksgiving. That is, we have one string of lights across the front of the Landfill and they stay up year-round but I only turn them on in the winter. (‘course there are also the strings of lights *inside* the house — purple and blue — that stay on all year.)
16 November 2013 at 8:27 pm
Mary Jo says:
You sure it was an owl? Mourning doves are often mistaken as owls,
but you probably know that!
17 November 2013 at 8:02 am
Sammy says:
Good point, Mary Jo. It was more of a hoot than a coo, and from higher than the doves usually sit. I will listen carefully next time to make sure. Neighbors have heard her/him, too….