On a few small acres in the hill country of central Texas, we live by watching, feeling, and waiting. Together, we come to know by loving and love best when we care enough to understand. Our Loves: limestone, leaf-vein, scales, feathers, friends, and all their shifting reflections in the waters of a small Creek.
October
Here's what we've been hearing many of the early mornings and evenings. If I am wrong in calling this an Eastern Screech-Owl (Otus asio), just let me know. I've learned that the bird has plenty of calls (barking, screeching, tremolo, whinny--depending on its location, sex, threat level, nesting status, etc.). This individual appeared to have been in the large oak tree.
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