Every night on the property you can hear two owls. One has a deep, slow hoot — a steam engine finally pulling into the station. The other is higher pitched, questioning. We’ve never seen them, but they have pet names anyway: Bert and Ernie.
That’s the preamble...
Now the sun is setting and 9-year-old Micah runs into the kitchen shouting, “There’s a stuffed animal on the steps, but when you get near it moves!”
We troupe out into the garden and find this young friend:
A concerned call to the Ojai Raptor Center reveals:
Bert and Ernie, all that time hooting… we now know what you were really doing!
What feathered neighbors do you have?