Gardening by Osmosis

If you live in a forest at the edge of a marsh like I do, you don’t need a calendar to tell you the season.

Owl Calling Season has just past and I know it is near the end of February. The nocturnal, crepuscular creatures have been calling from tree tops for weeks. The Great Horned owl adult male started it all in late December his deep throated hoots echoing through the pines, all the while searching for a nest. For the last few weeks the adult female, with her unabashed responses, has been hooting rhythmically answering invitations to mate.

Potential lovers for life, their voices blended into...


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