I heard it before I saw it. The deep, soft hoots with telltale rhythm is the clue. It is always that way with a Great-Horned Owl…or two. We see them from time to time since we live on the edge of the desert, but today it sounded like more of a duet. One hoot answered with another higher-pitched hoot. A female?

I tiptoed out to my front patio with my pajamas on. Cell phone in hand, I vowed silence….and prayed I wouldn’t step on a scorpion, surprise a snake, or set off the Ring camera.

I sat on a patio chair thinking maybe I missed them. And decided it was a great reason to watch the sun come up.

And just like a little kid playing hide-and-go-seek, the owl hooted: “here I am.” Kind of eerie to have him staring at me that time of the morning. Part of me wanted to wake up the world to show them these majestic birds, and yet, I understood this moment was for me, alone in my pajamas, with the scent of coffee coming through the window.

Besides, he had other priorities, and was quickly distracted when his hoot was answered by the female in the nearby tree

It’s like in that moment the whole universe existed just to bring us together. – Serendipity

Unfortunately, she was unimpressed with my neighbor’s Porsche, and no doubt my neighbors are still saying, “Only Donna.”

Wind Kisses, Donna