Every night at dusk, just when it turns too dark to see, I hear an ear-piercing shriek from a bird outside. He comes just in front of the window, then to the side of the house, then farther out, always in the same pattern. Even when my daughter was here, I would say, “What in the heck is that!” as it did it’s nightly call. And you know what it is, according to the Peterson Guide to Field Sounds, and the recording at the Macaulay Library? A Great Horned Owl! Wow! Okay, I will complain about the high pitch no further. But I have my flashlight near the door, ready to catch it in my sights. It’s supposed to call on a regular basis at least through December and january. Perfect!
Recipe of the Day – Zucchini Pasta with Mushroom-Tomato Sauce