There are no photos of the subjects of this post – just the story of a delightful encounter.
Midnight. I’m asleep in my RV near Elephant Butte Lake when I hear owls. Not the soft hoo-hoo-hoo that I’ve heard elsewhere, but a raucous hoohoo-hoo-hoo. And a response that overlapped it. Quite the cacophony.
Looking out the window I could just see the silhouettes of two very big owls on the shelter roof – maybe 12 or 14 feet from where I sleep over the cab. They stayed about 15 minutes, very noisy, and awkwardly balanced on the metal roof.
I had to look up the call to be sure of their identity – Great Horned owls. It’s closest to the territorial hooting at this link. This was definitely the highlight of my trip.