Oregon is owl country. Spend enough time in an old-growth forest or out on a high desert trail and you’ll eventually hear one: the deep, sonorous hoot of a great horned owl, or the barred owl’s ...
It’s 2 a.m. on Easter morning, and I’m awakened by "Hoo ho-hoo? Hoo hooo." The cadence is like, “Who’s awake? Me, too.” I open my window. The night is still. For certain, a great horned owl is calling ...
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