Have to think the Puffy Headed Woodland Owl, or Barred Owl as some insist upon naming him, has a call he reserves primarily for other Puffy Headed Woodland Owls and at night when he calls not certain it's correct to conclude that he's talking to me, but you never know. There are times when it's very obvious that his call is in response to the Western Puffy Head because a person can hear the backward and forward of their discussion. The conversation between the two of them can fill the northern woodland and on occasion a very wise and ominous joke is shared, and I have to think it must be a sort of scrabble playing pun type joke that has New Yorker Magazine and Latte written all over it.
Never really given any consideration to the category of baby sitter birds, and
yet for some reason in this political season the idea of a top ten list of "Baby
Sitter Birds" seems extremely important. And here, a person can't help but think
that the Barred Owl might be somewhere on that list. Not right at the top you
understand, where the Cow Birds and Cuckoos and possibly Starlings dream of
turning sand into glass. It's no more than an opinion of course but I do suspect
the Barred Owl of Calvinistic tendencies and putting him on a list of "Baby
Sitter Birds" might be a little extreme, so he's down near the bottom where
pleasure still requires a modicum of creeping around or guilt management.