High atop the branches of an Eastern white pine, the alarm sounds near midnight. “Hoo-hoohoo-hoo” goes the call. It’s the unmistakable hoot of Pennsylvania’s own tiger of the air – the great horned ...

Hoot Owl Creek is a small tributary of the Russian River in Alexander Valley, northeast of Healdsburg. Presumably, you can sometimes hear the calling of owls there. A “hoot owl” can be one of several ...

Oregon is owl country. Spend enough time in an old-growth forest or out on a high desert trail and you’ll eventually hear one: the deep, sonorous hoot of a great horned owl, or the barred owl’s ...

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 ...

High atop the branches of an Eastern white pine, the alarm sounds near midnight. “Hoo-hoohoo-hoo” goes the call. It’s the unmistakable hoot of Pennsylvania’s own tiger of the air – the great horned ...