Last night I stood by my back window listening to the peaceful calls of an Eastern Screech Owl. For some reason I’ve become very intrigued by this particular nocturnal bird. Yes, the name seems to imply that this owl should sound anything but peaceful, but it does. I think it must be one of the most beautiful sounds I’ve ever heard. There are actually two distinct songs that the Eastern Screech Owl makes.
One, a wavering tone, cascading down. A soft, warbling whistle. The other, a soft drone, strange and mysterious, yet soothing.
I gazed upward to a winking star as the drone repeated, softly, again, again. More stars became apparent, then I spied a Chinese Dragon breathing fire as it soared across the night sky, white and slow, changing shape into something else I would not wait around to see.
The soft tones of the owl drew my eyelids down. Time for sleep.