Hooty-hoot

There’s an owl in my neighborhood. I can hear him hooting every evening, and I always hoot back. A couple of years ago the owl (probably not the same one I’m hearing now) did a flyover to check out the “owl” who’d responded to his hoots. He wasn’t impressed. After all, I don’t even have wings.

Barred owl

My hoot isn’t all that realistic either. I borrowed the one Gomer Pyle taught me in my childhood.

https://youtu.be/4FEDst1GVsQ

Still, I captured his attention for a moment. Girl owls, eat your hearts out.

Hooty-hoot and peace, people.

Author: nananoyz

I'm a semi-retired crazy person with one husband and two cats.

8 thoughts on “Hooty-hoot”

  1. There is one that likes to perch on top of my chimney and it echos down the pipe so loud, it seems like it’s sitting in the living room. I need to try and sneak out and get a photo of it.

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