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February 2, 2007

Who cooks for you? Who cooks for you-all?

The Barred OwlTonight I was most industrious in cleaning up our redesigned website at work until about 9pm on campus. I know, I know, I pity the fool who does that downtown, but I don't make a habit of it. It's been a shitty week and I'd prefer next week not be so shitty. When I finished what tasks I could, I walked to my bus stop which is across the street from a wooded area over a stream, and I heard a familiar call - barred owl sonogram, 43K"Who cooks for you? Who cooks for you-all?" which is an easy way to remember how the real call sounds - "hoo-hoo-to-hoo, hoo-hoo-to-hoo-aww." and I called back at the Barred Owl (Strix varia). I do a pretty accurate Barred Owl call that impresses most naturalists and brings all the owls to the yard. While I haven't done it in years, I haven't lost my charm, and he called back. We exchanged calls two more times, and with each answer he flew in closer to investigate who this chump was until he was across the street from me and I could see him under the streetlamp light.

My bus arrived and I had to end this engaging conversation and get home.

So what did he say? I think he was telling me that work is driving me crazy and I have to move on, judging how my mood shot from absolutely miserable to elated the moment I heard him. Barred owls aren't my usual animal totem spirit guide, but I'll take my advice where I can get it.

But at least somebody returned my calls tonight. Not bad for a guy without a cell phone.

Posted by jimbo at February 2, 2007 10:46 PM


Totally awesome story.

When I was little, I used to do a spot-on red-tailed hawk call. They used to be all over the mountains where I grew up. And same deal as your owl, they'd answer and fly lower whenever I'd call to them.

Don't get much of those experiences in Manhattan anymore.

I hope your weekend is going better than your week...

Posted by: Stephen J. Xanthos at February 3, 2007 11:47 AM

Jimbo, that story made my day. I wish I had been there. And, yes, I think you understood what he was telling you.

Posted by: einerlei at February 3, 2007 3:24 PM

My owl call brings all the boys to the yard
And they're like
It's better than yours,
Damn right it's better than yours,
I can teach you,
But I have to charge.

Just had to. I love the sight, site, and the slights. Keep up the great work.

Posted by: fermat at February 3, 2007 10:18 PM

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