Owls are funny. I heard a couple of
them last night hooting in the trees. They were in separate trees, and were taking turns communicating. They were having a conversation but it was
from a vast distance. I was wondering why they didn’t get closer to each other,
but then I realized that the owls have it figured out.
I got to thinking that they only
have one volume and need to put some distance between them so as not to offend.
The
owls reminded me of the foghorns in San Francisco near the Golden Gate Bridge.
The foghorns take turns. It’s the low bellowing horn first, then the
high-pitched steam whistle sounding horn. Or it could be the other way around,
I can’t say for sure.
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