Sure enough, the owl was talking again this morning around 5:15 a.m. Even Charlotte hears it, and she and I stare at each other and listen. When I crack open the dining-room window, the owl is the only thing making any noise in the entire city: no traffic, no sirens, no dogs barking. The owl didn't have much to say on this cold morning, but he came through loud and clear for 15 glorious minutes.
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