Big Sit 2008. Post #6
1:26 AM local time. A barred owl asks Whoooo? from down on Goss' Fork.
That's #7 and a sweep of the expected owls.
It's getting colder and the breeze is gaining strength. I feel a bit like Grandpa Simpson when Homer locked him out of the house: It's cold out here and there are wolves after me.
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