sholio: (Spring-flower snow 1)
THEY RETURN. I heard the owls hooting outside tonight, slipped quietly onto the back porch but it was really too cold to stand outside and listen. (April. WHY.) So I went back in for a while, but they were definitely still hooting out there, louder than ever, so I put on a coat and went out the front door, and -

.... One of them was in the top of the tree right off the back porch! If I'd done what I've been doing to listen to them (slipped quietly out onto the back deck in sock feet) it would've been not 20 feet away from me. As it was, I watched it for a minute or two from quite a bit further away, at the front of the house (I mean, to the extent that I could see it, mostly a silhouette against the still somewhat light sky) and then tried to sneak back in to go out the back door, but my feet immediately crunched on the snow and the owl flew off for the trees on top of the hill.

The fact that they're clearly hanging out around here makes me hope they'll nest nearby. That would be really neat.

In other news, I discovered by total accident today that a new Vlad Taltos book is out - Lyorn! It came out TODAY! I had no idea! - so I guess I know what I'll be doing for the next couple of days. Actually, a brief comment about that - so a lot of the Vlad books are written in the style of different genres other than their main fantasy genre (one's a war movie, possibly more than one are heists or gangster films, one's a trip to the underworld and also a buddy road trip, etc) and when I found out what this one was, on the basis of reading the first chapter, I CACKLED. Basically that's the only spoiler )
sholio: Ana Jarvis (Avengers-Ana)
It's late and dark. Sitting with my laptop on the couch, I heard faintly what I supposed was distant owls, and went quietly outside onto the porch to listen. For a few minutes I was charmed by a call-and-response series of hoots, the very iconic "hoo-hoo ... hoo-HOO" pattern that I assume is great horned owls. After a few of these, I glimpsed a very large winged shape swoop across the slightly lighter city glow of the sky, flit across the sky above the yard and up to the darkness of the trees on top of the hills, where the hoot-and-answer resumed. (Now even louder, echoing faintly; it's such a deep, grand sound when they're close.)

I can now add "saw a great horned owl fly at night" to my list of life experiences. I've seen them sitting in the trees at twilight a few times, but never that.

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