It’s a hoot

For years we’ve seen one perched on top of the barn on moon lit nights. We hear it swoosh in the distance and sometimes catch a Whoooo Whooooo at 2 a.m. when a dog needs to go out. Sunday morning we got to see a Great Horned Owl up close and catch a photo.

LaRita spotted him in the tree about 9 a.m. He roosted there all day, fluffing, watched the little birds dart around, and stared at me when I went out to get the newspaper.

At dusk, he left to help reduce the rabbit population. We had a fun time during the day peeking out to see if he was still there.