#NewThisDay Writing From My Photo Stream

Before dawn, light from the moon and a mysterious song woke me. Where was the music coming from? Voices seemed to be singing in the woods. I heard it through the window near my bed. But how, and why, so early in the morning? Was neighbor having a concert or was a car running with a radio on in the driveway? The train whistled off in the distance. And still, the music. And the sound became clearer as I came more and more awake. Could it be an animal? What animal sings? Could it be an owl? I didn’t recognize this call, and it was more than one voice, a low voice and a high voice singing in a kind of unison. I turned on a light, went to my computer. Aha! It was a pair of great horned owls! January begins mating season. The great horned owls mate like this. And they mate for life. They nest in winter. They are territorial. I was captivated. It felt like a visitation. So grateful to have been woken. At dawn they quieted. The sky began to be pink. I started my beautiful day by woking briskly in the cold cold air.