... in lieu of the owl on the roof. It seemed kind of intrusive to take a picture of her/him. If I hadn't known it was an owl (the hooting is kind of a give-away), I'd have thought it was a cat: the feathery tufts of a Great Horned Owl are just like cat's ears. One can see why owls are thought to be reincarnated cats. The cats took no notice at all of the live hooting, but when I went to the recorded owl-sounds on my computer, just to check that I had the right species, you'd have thought that I'd got a whole load of live feathery bodies stuffed inside.
However, no picture of her, tonight (there'll be other chances: this wasn't the first post-nightfall serenade). Instead, just a view of my desktop, which is where I've been for much of the day, head down, trying to clear the decks just a little ...
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