We finally got back to our own house a couple days ago, after a week of vacation and another week of dog sitting. Last night it was cool enough to have the windows open, rather than running the air conditioner. This morning, at who knows what time, I hear a sound like
only not as well enunciated. I immediately think I must be hearing things, but while I’m walking Rupert the Wonder Beagle I hear several more caws. This is puzzling because I don’t believe our suburban neighborhood is zoned for livestock, and if you can afford a house in this area you certainly aren’t so poor that you need to raise your own chickens.
I have it narrowed down to about half a dozen houses that could be harboring this bird. I’ll give updates as events warrant.