The Missouri Hoo

Drew and I were up rather late last night – he surfing the internet, I reading a light mystery novel – when we heard a noise out the back porch. It sounded distant at first and maybe that's why we didn't take notice at first. But because it kept repeating itself, and getting louder, one of us finally remarked on the noise: an owl. I don't know how many have ever heard a live owl before, but I thought it was quite a treat considering my experience is limited to nature shows on TV. Drew's been listening to owl calls all morning trying to decide which exactly we'd heard. We have it narrowed down to either the barred or the spotted.