For the past 3 weeks or so, there has been quite a chorus outside of our house. Seems like a juvenile barred owl and mom have been patrolling our woods for their meals. Just about every other night (or early morning as is most often the case.) I am serenaded with the very familiar “Who, Who, Who cooks for you!” call, but then the other-worldly sound - referred in many books as the “monkey scream” starts. Oh my…. it’s a sound that one doesn’t soon forget, especially when it’s made about 8 feet from your bedroom window — Sheesh!
Still, as our only brown-eyed owl, it’s a beautiful bird and really nice to hear both of them, timestamp not inclusive.