Just as I was drifting off last night, I was woken back up by the sound of an eastern screech owl. It took a few minutes online this morning to identify them by their calls, but I’m sure that’s what it was. They sounded like little horses whinnying. If you check out the link, it’s song B Eastern Screech Owl
I can’t tell you how good it feels to hear owls again. We heard/saw barred owls quite frequently down in South Carolina, and I missed them. Balance, balance. Owls are good, but if I start finding luna moths, I swear, I’m going to squish them flat. I’m not superstitious, but if anything momentous happens in the next four days, I’m going to be blaming them. -laugh- They were right outside my window. I wonder if I make a box big enough for them if they would use it, or if I’d just get ‘coons.
The leaves are just starting to think about shifting over, bits and pieces of them showing up on my lawn. I’m keeping a close watch on the patch of lawn that I reseeded last Thursday. It’s been a week, and though it’s been cold, it should be germinating soon. I know I’m pushing it, but I really need this grass to come through for me. I don’t want a mud pit all winter. Here’s hoping.
And for those of you who wondering about yesterday’s post, I have decided not to do that wicked thing. You can all breathe again. Everyone lives. Mostly. -grin-