August 20, 2013
Almost every night last year when I went to bed I could hear the reassuring “whoo whoo” of an owl. It wasn’t an irritating noise at all; it made me feel like we had a night watchman looking out for us when we seemed to be most vulnerable. “Ole” was an appropriate name, so that’s what we called him.
Then, one day I noticed what appeared to be a pile of bracken fern in the middle of our lower yard. I thought it was odd, because bracken fern doesn’t usually break off and blow around. The tip-off should have been when 20 or 30 crows showed up and started their most irritating, loud discussions.