It is 225 in the morning on Oct 2. Sleep doesn’t appeal to me these days. Too much to experience. The stars are spectacular tonight. I stopped off Dead Indian Rd for some moments and tried calling in an owl. What responded was similar to a pygmy, but higher and faster… that means northern saw-whet! When I returned to Rocky Pt I stopped at the mailboxes to star-gaze and I heard quite a racket going on in the trees! Sounded like a sharpie (no, really) screaming, and lots of wingbeats. Maybe juv owls. Now I am at the boathouse to retire. When I left the truck I heard screeching right overhead! Barn owl!? So many mysteries in the night tonight. Can I fall asleep now?