We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
I live in Missouri and when I went out the side door this morning to take out our dog one gave me a morning Hello Hoot. We live with woods on our land but they tend to move about not in the heavier woods going down to a ravine but the thinner strip of woods encircling our acreage. We love to hear them talking to each other in the night around our house. Never could see him this morning. Last house in the woods one would come up around the house and not worry about being seen. I have pictures of those.
They're funny critters. We have a few that converse with each other across the forest behind the house, al through the night. I have a picture of one as my cell phone wall paper. I was crossing the creek one day, and focused on where to place my feet so I didn't bust my *ss, and when I happened to look up, there was one sitting on a cedar branch at eye level, about 8 ft away. Just looking at me, in that unruffled way that owls have. He patiently let me snap a few pix and then go about my way without moving, except for blinking a few times. I read somewhere that owls swivel their heads because they can't move their eyes.
Saw one yesterday sitting on the railing of a bridge crossing a small ravine near our place. Between the Barreds and the Great Horneds, we've got them all around us. Warmer weather has them busy ... lots of varmits poking their heads up wondering if Spring is nigh.
When we were living in southern Michigan many years ago, the annual January Thaw happened (usually lasts a week or less when the temperature rises above freezing and the snow begins to melt), and I opened a window one night during a full moon. The woods beside the house were full of owls hooting away. I don't know how many there were, but I counted at least six or seven in different locations. I don't know what kind of owls they were, but they didn't sound like little ones.
Meeting up for a hot time in the old woods, perhaps? I don't know, it was magical.
Owls like to fly at night at a level about two inches over the top of a Freightliner windshield. I got 3 or 4 that way over the years, BAM! including one beauty that I found on the passenger side step.
I haven't seen any recently here in CT. But my sister had a pair take up residence in a hollowed out tree a couple of years ago. Then some time later she found the wing of a barred owl. The vet who takes care of her horses said she most likely also has a great horned owl in the neighborhood. Apparently they consider the barred owl a competitor and are known to kill them.