Some years ago, we had an owl in the woods behind our house, and after dark (especially in the fall) we would hear his call. We often heard it when we were walking down the street, and he usually received an answering call from the trees nearby. I loved to hear the owls; it was sort of a lonesome sound, but a homey one, too -- like the sound of a train whistle in the distance. I could even hear them after I went to bed, but for some reason I don't hear them anymore. It may be those new, double-paned windows, which do block out more sound, or the owls may have found another home. I miss their soft hooting in the night.
Hal's photo of the supermoon -- 2011
