I love the rule breakers in nature. People tend to pigeon-hole (sorry for the pun) birds and animals into categories not based on facts but on how we perceive them to be. We think that if they are ...

“It’s just, you get used to it.” The hoot sounded faintly in the distance, the unmistakable Who-Cooks-For-You call of a barred owl. Hofstadter took a screenshot of the time: 11:06 p.m. He ...

A second barred owl, having apparently been watching from a tree limb in the darkness, followed him toward a tall pine tree. Opening the door, I heard a faint hooting. A magical Maine moment.