I’ve been hearing an owl, these past mornings before the daylight comes. It may be the same Great Horned Owl who-o perched in our big cottonwood one afternoon, watching me hanging out the wash. If so, she is getting older, too–that other time was several years ago, when our dryer was broken.
According to my bird book, females of the species are larger than males. This definitely was a very large owl, as I saw when she lifted herself away from the branch.
We live at the outskirts of town. This morning’s low call from the shadows of the trees tells me there are yet a few creatures living in the wild near our home. Mother Owl, I hope that you have a good day’s rest from now until evening comes.