Last night the bard owls were serenading us from the tree tops. Hoots, hollers, and screams can be disturbing if you don't know what you're hearing. I couldn't see them, but my guess was that it was a new family out for a night of hunting lessons. It's that time of year when the owlets are big enough to learn the lessons they need to survive.
This morning I woke up to a crime scene in the back yard. It would be
easy to assume that the victim was killed by the above bard owls.
Probably not. Looks like the victim was a mourning dove, and most
likely, the culprit was a Cooper's hawk who favors small birds for their meals. Owls prefer bunnies and rodents.
On a lighter note, the Virginia bluebells are blooming. I'm sure spring has really arrived now...