On the roof of an apartment building in Washington, D.C. at dusk, on the east side of a park I last circled 45 years ago in a baby carriage, the silhouette of what can only be a great-horned owl pivots its head, watching the traffic.
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Do someone advise GHO that the rodents are in recess.
Congrats on an exciting 2011, and here’s to good better best in 2012.
Thanks. Yeah, the hunting would no doubt be excellent, between the mice, the rats, the squirrels and the cats. It was just so odd to see a GHO on the end of a building like that, right in the city.
Wow. In DC? I’m amazed.