It was well north of 3 a.m. when the soft hooting of a distant great horned owl pulled me from the gentle arms of Morpheus, that mythological god of sleep and dreams. In the heat and stillness of the ...

Imagine walking out your front door, in the dead of a winter’s night, and hearing a soft, low sound coming from a nearby tree. It’s dark, so you can’t see what it is. The telltale “hooting” reveals ...

It’s 2 a.m. on Easter morning, and I’m awakened by "Hoo ho-hoo? Hoo hooo." The cadence is like, “Who’s awake? Me, too.” I open my window. The night is still. For certain, a great horned owl is calling ...