Sunday night - we get a little over amitious with our dinner making plans.
Around 7:15pm, we being making a red pepper risotto dish which requires way too
much work for a Sunday evening, but we forge ahead anyway.
Not 10 minutes in (and of course in the middle of broiling the peppers for it),
we head cocks one way and my ear tilts towards the kitchen window (which faces
the woods behind our house) and I hear what can only be an animal squeaking.
I grab the binocs, ditch the peppers and hope that Matt can fend for them
himself and dash to the back porch - no doubt surprising the heck out of the
neighbors on *their* back porch just 5 feet away. I say hello as best I can
and scan the tree tops.
At the top of a tree not 50 feet away sits a great horned owl in all his/her
glory. It is doing the squeaking and 200 feet to the right (out of sight), the
owl's friend (parent?) hoots back. By this time the peppers have been put on
hold and Matt has brought me the scope and we got great looks at it. Within 3
min. it takes off and flies to meet the other owl. We dash out the front door
(bringing another neighbor with us!) and get another minute of great looks
before both fly off into the woods.
For some reason, the next hour of dinner making didn't seem as painful! Glad
to see they made it through Isabel.
-Renee Grebe
Alexandria, VA
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