The barred owls are teaching their babies to talk, right outside my bedroom window. The lesson begins shortly after i go to bed.
The parents carefully enunciate, "Who cooks for you? Who cooks for you all?"
And the babies think this is the most hilarious thing they've ever heard. "Hoo. Hoo. Ha. Ha" in a rising pitch that sounds like it belongs in an African jungle.
The barred owls--old and wise--call to me as i drift toward darkness.