King Of The Woods
About a week before Christmas my wife and I were back on the ridge in West Virginia getting the house ready for new owners. We planned to leave before dark. When we finally got into the car at about 6 o’clock, I cracked a window. At 6:03 a tremulous whistle rose from the woods below. As if on cue, an eastern screech-owl serenaded us. We knew it was simply talking to its mate, but we decided it had come to say good-bye. Five minutes later another nocturnal friend hooted from behind the garage. “Who cooks for you, who cooks for you-allll?” Barred owls have always been my ...