Sounds like a lot of fun, right? I assume it was – for the owls who were conversing from four to five A.M. It is a pleasant sound, somewhat soothing, until you lie in bed wondering when the next hoot will pop out!
Frankly, there might have been three, as I thought there were three distinct voices I could discern. I tried to enjoy the confab, even though I had a sleepless night. Then, when I heard no more chatting, I attempted to drift off again, only to have the sound of the highway beginning to ramp up for its morning duty. Giving up all efforts to sleep, I rose early and shared my morning with Joe, ever faithful coffee friend.
This is why naps were invented.