February 2, 1787
Posted by sydney on Feb 2nd, 1787
Storm-cock sings. Brown wood-owls come down from the hanger in the dusk of the evening, & sit hooting all night on my wall-nut trees. Their note is like a fine vox humana, & very tunable. The owls probably watch for mice about the buildings. White owls haunt my barn, but do not seem to perch often on the trees.
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