Waking in the morning to a couple of star-crossed owls in love is a thrill. The hoo hoo-hoo hoo hoo of the great horned owl makes my heart skip a beat.
Looking out upon the gleaming snow blanketed in moon light, I search for the silhouette of a water melon-sized bird sitting in the top of a tree. Oblivious to my presence, the owl calls to his mate that I can't see or hear.
Great horned owls begin nesting when it's freezing and there's still snow on the ground. This guarantees plenty of baby critters to feed their owlets in the spring.
Nature is so efficient.