One evening a few weeks ago, while cleaning the dishes, I heard my husband howling like a monkey on our back deck. Now, Jason does a pretty mean gorilla impression but he usually reserves it for the nieces and nephews. When I asked the obvious question (“Have you lost your dang mind?!”) he informed me that there was a monkey in the woods behind our house and that he was trying to call it out.
I waited on the deck with him for several minutes, heard nothing and chalked the strange behavior of my beloved up to sheer exhaustion. A few nights later I was home by myself and heard what, sure enough, sounded like a monkey call from the trees in our front yard. And then another one answered it back.
Let me just say now, there are few things more frightening than being home by yourself and wondering what the heck you’re going to do about the wild orangutans in your front yard. Do I turn off all the lights and pray they don’t swing through the windows? Throw some bananas in the front yard and call animal control? Or is Knox dog enough for me to sick ‘im on them?
Upon further listening and some rational reflecting, I remembered something from my summer at Rita & Dave’s- owls hooting can sound just like monkeys.
And of course, owls make a lot more sense in our front yard than monkeys. Duh.
Crisis averted, I spent a while listening to the conversation between two owls hidden somewhere amongst the trees and stars. Turns out, once you’re assured it’s not wild monkeys? Owls are very soothing creatures to have around.
Today, I heard one of the owls calling from out front followed by the squawk of a raven. Jason had told me that he watched a pair of ravens attack the owl the other day so I hurried out to see if it was happening again. I looked up from our front porch and there sat the owl and a raven. I rushed back inside to grab my camera but when I came back out he was gone. I headed to the back deck, hoping that he might have headed back to one of his familiar perches. I looked up, down and all around and then…
There he was, right smack dab in front of me!
Catching a snooze, but then something nudged him awake…
I think I’ll name him Horace.