No, not those Hooters ;o) The bird kind. Last nite Ute, Mary, Ginny and myself went owling. We were out counting owls. Which is kind of strange because I can't hear owls. Must be a pitch or tone that I can't distinguish. We drove up the highway close to where the fires were then made 10 stops at designated places along the way. We played a tape of owl calls lasting about 10 or 15 minutes and listened for owls calling back. I had a Bionic Ear, a listening device that enabled me to hear even the most tiniest sound. At stop 3 we heard about 3 owls calling back and they were flying closer to us. The moon was bright last nite so we were able to see the owl flying over us to take a look. One of the most exciting experiences I have ever had. We heard more owls on the last stop - they kind of sounded like they were laughing at us. I will definitely be available next year for the owl count - I had a riot. And they said it was one of the best years ever - glad I was a part of it. Even if we hadn't heard any owls, just being out and seeing the moon and stars and hearing the silence, it was worth it.
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