I thoroughly enjoy reading your reports. Good stuff!
On Tue, Sep 17, 2019 at 4:49 AM Ian Worley <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
> In the last 24 hours, while listening at night for owls and
> whip-poor-wills (no solicitations made) I encountered these busy folks:
> Two Great Horned Owls in woods behind our house, above a small pasture.
> One steadily singing a hoot song and the other responding occasionally
> with a variety of squawks and whines.
> Two Barred Owls from another part of those woods up the mountain a bit,
> carrying on with "Who cooks for you" songs plus hoots, hoos, and
> hooawws. Male and female judging by the different pitches of their voices.
> One Catbird, commenting on the night from a shrubby roost by the corner
> of the porch.
> The honking of a single Canada Goose way up high in the starry sky
> winging south, as the light of a north-bound solitary jet much higher up
> carries its nocturnal passengers to some distant continent .... and
> higher yet the bright star-like point of light of a satellite making yet
> another circle of earth from east to west passed the moon, our elder
> The resident summer and now autumn Eastern Screech Owl purring its
> persistent, soft tremolo from behind the barn .... who never broke
> stride during a sudden outburst of quiet-of-the-night-shattering
> screams, shrieks, and howling of outrageously loud rendezvousing coyotes
> along their trail that passes the barn just out of sight in shrubby ledges.
> One flying squirrel that sailed by me in the 3:00am moonlight, out of a
> tall spruce into a pile of early fallen cones of another spruce.
> And down the road, just after the end of Civil Twilight last evening, at
> their summer home three remaining Whip-poor-wills, and perhaps a fourth,
> still singing their songs as moth-food flew by silhouetted in the light
> of a bright waning full moon. These songs soon will quiet as the
> families wing south for the winter.
> As I am concluding this note at 4:22am, the Screech Owl continues its
> tremolos from some perch just off the back porch, loud enough I can hear
> it from every room of the house.