Mulling things on my morning ramble
with Storm, the family's mixed Lab.
An owl hooting in the early morning darkness pulled me awake too early, even for time change.
The sound was haunting enough that I walked to the window and pulled the curtains back.
A near full moon added an eeriness to the scene as I tried to find the owl in the bare tree across the street. Usually I can find it, especially on a moon-lit winter night.
Every couple years I hear an owl hooting at night and am able to find a great horned owl high in one of the neighbor's trees.
Not this time.
Even with time change, it was too early.
I fell back to a restless sleep and still got up too early.
Maybe it was the haunting sound of the night hooting, but I was tuned in for bird calls this morning as the meathead and I set out.
Blue jays squawked by the ball field.
Red-winged blackbirds, many more than I expected, trilled on the edges of the town pond.
Canada geese honked on the water; and a different honking came from those flying in. I wish I could explain the difference.
A mallard was on the water, but it did not quack and fly off; just drifted farther out. The last few days as many as seven mallards have been on the town pond.
Blackbirds made a racket, maybe that is unkind. A flicker called along the old rail bed.
Near the edge of town, a male cardinal staked territory high in a bare tree.
As I neared our home, I realized mourning doves were cooing on all sides.
It was time.
It's been too long since I did a Ramble with Storm. I need to take the time.