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Some parts of our nature we might never see.
But under a rising moon, out from a waning season,
an imploring eastern screech owl sounds — savor the mystery.
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August 21, 2013
From the august trees
Posted by Scott under Birds, Video | Tags: after Wendell Berry, blue moon, full moon, Megascops asio, nature, Otus asio, owl, pennsylvania, sturgeon moon |[26] Comments
some little crum creek 
September 7, 2013 at 5:23 pm
That’s something I haven’t heard in a very long time. Thanks!
September 14, 2013 at 9:15 am
Since this posting, the call has come less frequently. Hope we both hear it again soon.
September 2, 2013 at 7:11 pm
I loved this. We enjoy spending time sitting out on the deck, watching the moon, listening to the ‘peepers’. Thank you for sharing this.
September 14, 2013 at 9:13 am
I love those night sounds, too.
August 28, 2013 at 5:26 pm
I’m a Wendell Berry fan, and love the Kooser piece. Found your link from D. Bauman. Bought my house 30 years ago and named it “Owl Farm” because of the nightly screech owl whinnies from the August dusk.
September 14, 2013 at 9:08 am
Owl Farm sounds great. Glad you noticed the Berry nod–exploring his poetry has certainly influenced my impression of the owl & moon. I’m really happy to make a couple new Pennsylvania connections (with you and David) thanks to this strigine resident of Little Crum Creek.
August 26, 2013 at 1:31 pm
Reblogged this on The Dad Poet and commented:
A delightful video from a blog called Some Little Crum Creek. I was lucky to find Scott’s blog when he commented on my reading of Ted Kooser’s “Screech Owl” for National Poetry Month back in April. This is a perfect match for the call that Ted wrote about. Scott has many pictures, videos, observations and reflections on a small area of Little Crumb Creek near his home in Southeastern Pennsylvania, just a couple hours from where I live here in the Susquehanna region.
August 30, 2013 at 5:12 pm
David, I’m delighted to see & hear a bit of Little Crum Creek sounding its natural vowels with the poems you’ve picked and brought to life with your voice. It’s a terrific project. Friends of LCC, treat yourself; trot on over to “The Dad Poet” and hear some poems.
August 30, 2013 at 5:18 pm
Thank you, Scott! I was just thrilled to find youor Screech Owl recording, and thus LCC. I’m preparing a reading in honor of one of my poetry heroes, a wise old nature-loving guy named William Stafford.
August 30, 2013 at 5:25 pm
Cool. Looking forward to it.
August 26, 2013 at 12:47 pm
Just gorgeous. Thanks for commenting on the Ted Kooser piece and leading me back here to this beautiful place by the creek.
August 30, 2013 at 2:23 pm
Glad you found us. And glad we found you. Pennsylvania must be a good place for the poet’s heart!
August 30, 2013 at 5:21 pm
It is indeed. 🙂
August 25, 2013 at 1:20 pm
Love that full moon. Beautiful.
August 30, 2013 at 2:15 pm
I agree. It looked pretty good waxing and waning too.
August 22, 2013 at 5:17 pm
One of your best.
August 30, 2013 at 2:14 pm
Thanks.
August 22, 2013 at 12:54 pm
I can feel the damp grass underfoot. Wonderful!
August 24, 2013 at 11:09 am
And the inky night air enveloping our appreciative stare. Enchanting!
August 25, 2013 at 9:57 am
ahhh yes!
August 22, 2013 at 6:14 am
This would make a good Halloween post!
August 24, 2013 at 11:08 am
You’re right … I should have saved it!
August 21, 2013 at 9:28 pm
Different. For some reason it evokes a memory of adult coyotes howling ghoulishly under a full moon in the Berkshires, western Massachusetts. Is this an every night behavior of these screech owls?
Different.
August 21, 2013 at 10:53 pm
It is haunting, isn’t it? From what I read on the Cornell page, I think we can hear both the tremolo song for family communication and the whinny for defending territory in the audio. They’ve been sounding nightly, sometimes pretty close & sometimes receding across the creek and away.
August 21, 2013 at 8:43 pm
Very peaceful.
August 21, 2013 at 10:55 pm
That’s what I felt last night, watching the blue moon rise, hearing the owl call.