We’ve recently switched our thermostat from air conditioning to heat. A couple of times since, I’ve heard this odd, part musical, part moaning sound late at night and tried to determine if it’s coming from the furnace.
In looking through my photos, I found one of several stuffed owls (cropped to a single owl in the above photo). It occurred to me that maybe what I’m hearing is an owl. Tom said he’s seen one recently near The Compound. Of course, now that I want to hear the noise, I haven’t heard a damn thing.
This window display reminded me of another book I think might be interesting: The Stuffed Owl: An Anthology of Bad Verse. Because, as certain characters in a novel called The Deal could tell you, mocking bad poetry is a good time.
OH! When Tim and I went on a coffee run the other night? Just as I was pulling in front of your house, an owl swooped in front of my car and into a Compound tree. It was beautiful. 🙂
Everybody’s seen that owl but me!
Tom agrees that it’s probably something in the furnace, not the owl, making that noise.
I have a copy of “The Stuffed Owl”! Why am I not surprised
that you know it? LOL! That poem about the Bridge (NOT Hart
Crane!) is just awful, but it’s full of many “treasures.”
I need to get this book, huh?