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.
My hoot isn’t all that realistic either. I borrowed the one Gomer Pyle taught me in my childhood.
Still, I captured his attention for a moment. Girl owls, eat your hearts out.
Hooty-hoot and peace, people.
Praying for Eyebrowz 
Aaahhh….another uplifting saga about a couple hooters
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Ha!
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What a hoot
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😉
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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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Oh wow! Occasionally one sits on the roof of Studly’s workshop.
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I wish we had more owls around here. They are so beautiful and I love to hear their plaintive call. Lucky you!
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They are kind of special.
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