DIARY OF AN URBAN MILKMAID |
PROFILE | GUESTBOOK | OLD | OLDER | OLDEST |
We had a National Geographic hour, from 3:30 a.m. to about 4:30 a.m. I awoke to the sound of the Owl (he's back, yay!) hoot, hoot, hooting in the tree. And, there was another, higher-pitched hooter too. At first, I was sure it was those nasty Vampires - just screwing with that poor owl's head. Making him think there was a girl owl. But, after listening for a long time, I decided it was a girl owl. How awesome is that?? The "boy" owl was so cute. He'd go "Hoot-Hoot-Hoot Hooooot-Hooooot. And, she would answer him back, exactly in the same pattern. They'd chat away for a while, and then there would be silence. Pretty soon, he'd start up again, and she'd answer him back. This went on, like I said, for about an hour. Then, I guess she got tired of his incessant chatter, and didn't answer back any more. He'll no doubt show up again, 'cause he's found a friend in the night. Nature is so cool. SLAY ON BUFFY!! |
Buh Bye! October 05, 2008 Be Afraid, People.... Really Afraid One Last Bitchfest for the Road Get the Popcorn Ready I'm a Rich Ho-Bag |
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