One of the great treasures of Spring in our neighborhood is the late night symphony of the Barred Owl. Now, if you’ve heard two barred owls hooting and caterwauling during mating season for minutes on end, “symphony” may not be the word you’d choose.
Hey, I’m a birder. This is what makes birders somewhat wacky (and lovable, I might add). At exactly 4:28 this morning, I was awakened to the soft hooting of one owl sitting in the weeping cherry in our backyard. Not one to miss a party, the second owl flew close by, perched and started hooting then caterwauling. Both of them joined forces with a full-throated rendition of “Barred Owl Spring Symphony” lasting 15 minutes.