At daybreak, we had a Great Horned Owl perched on our chimney. We listened to his soft who-who-who-who all through the morning barn chores. After he flew off, I wandered up to the house to see what he was after.
On the side of our house, seemingly overnight, we had
Please come back, oh Great Horned Owl. Bring the family. Bring the coyote pack too. Have a big ole Vole Fest.