Two Great Horned Owls are serenading each other in the woods. I stood outside under Orion, listening as long as I could.
(This is not those owls, but it’s likely the only GHO I’ll ever be lucky enough to photograph.)
Maybe this winter I’ll try bushwhacking around to locate their nest. They sound like they’re just up the hill in the pines but I haven’t seen evidence of where they roost — no whitewash on the bark, no pellets.