The Screech Owl

I heard a high-pitched whinnying sound tonight at dusk. Coming from a woodsy area across the street. There are no horses around – at least not up in trees. So I googled “bird that sounds like a horse.” It’s a screech owl!  That is so cool.

Why does it fill me with such excitement? Because it’s something I don’t hear every day. Something wild, even exotic. I love hearing the hawks screech and the big sandhill cranes squawk every now and then while I’m going about my very ordinary day.

Maybe it has something to do with changing seasons. Fall’s on the way. But I think it’s just the wildness.  Something in me thrills to the wildness. Yes, thrills. That’s the word. It’s a recognition by the wildness in me. So very squelched by modern life, but still alive.

I’m glad I still have ears to hear.


About boomergirl47

Retired from the University of South Florida. Love reading, writing, hiking, nature, music, birding, puttering around the house and yard.
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3 Responses to The Screech Owl

  1. Well done, BG, and I think you’re onto something with your wildness in the wilderness. it isn’t always Buddhist tranquillity that resonates with us in nature: we’re connected in many different ways.

    Last week I was hanging the washing when a king parrot flew into a nearby tree to watch me. (They’re a large bright red and green bird.) It connected with the guilt inside me, because I used to feed them and it remembered. I stopped this year when I saw a rat in the feeder very early one morning: it had climbed into the tree and down a wire (I live close to a park.) I’m thinking of starting again, just feeding the rats as well. 🙂


  2. boomergirl47 says:

    Too funny. Your rats are like my squirrels! That king parrot sounds pretty cool. I’ll have to google it.


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