I was woken this morning by the strangest sound – one that I haven’t heard before. It wasn’t the call of the garbage men, or cries from the multitude of squirrels in the tree by my window. It was a hoot….a real hoot (and I am not talking about a good ol’ time)!
The hoot was coming from my yard and I couldn’t get out there fast enough to investigate. After sniffing around, I came to a very leafy tree where I found him perched high up in the cover. His head followed me sleepily as he gazed at me with his wise eyes and I felt a kindred spirit – sitting, resting quietly, in the peace of the yard on warm spring morning.
I am not sure how long he has been there, or how long he will stay, but I am glad he came! Here he is in his tree. Pretty amazing huh?