Friday, July 27, 2012

foreign language

A sound outside drew me to the kitchen window and then out the door onto the deck.
A bird call.
My ears squinted.
"hoo, hoo, HOO, hoo, hoo, HOO."
An owl?
I peered into the shadowy depth of tangled branches.
There it was again.
My husband joined me at the railing.
The top of a fir tree seemed to explode and two slim birds shot out, flying in tandem.
Ahhhh, so it was really "coo, coo, COO," and not "hoo, hoo, HOO," we were hearing.
Bird accents can be tricky.
I've never been good at foreign language.

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