My latest article in the Lakeville Journal, readable here with free subscription, is about Great horned owls. Fair use extract:
"The dead of winter is the season of love, if you happen to be a great horned owl. In late January, when it would seem to our weary eyes that there could be neither sign nor expectation of spring, solitary owls are seeking each other. In the hours after dark and again before dawn, their deep-throated hoots echo far and wide, for their territories are large and they hunt alone. Great horned owls reunite only to breed, and their dark music and preening display have a terrible beauty. These birds are the dragons of their kind."