It’s 2 a.m. on Easter morning, and I’m awakened by "Hoo ho-hoo? Hoo hooo." The cadence is like, “Who’s awake? Me, too.” I open my window. The night is still. For certain, a great horned owl is calling ...

It was well north of 3 a.m. when the soft hooting of a distant great horned owl pulled me from the gentle arms of Morpheus, that mythological god of sleep and dreams. In the heat and stillness of the ...

Of all the creative ways to strike up a gobble, the owl hoot is a tried-and-true classic. But in all the times you’ve let “who cooks for you” rip, have you ever stopped to wonder why turkeys often ...