To hear songs, learn identification information, migratory patterns, and some fun facts, check out the Great Horned Owl page offered by one of my favorite resources: the Cornell Lab of Ornithology »
I do have a Great Horned Owl story. One night I got word from a neighbor that local and regional police were on a manhunt for two people on the run that were wanted to possible attempted murder. They were nearby in our area and we were told to shelter in place.
I was only a LITTLE freaked out. Just a little. So I went up to the highest level on the house and blew up an air mattress (there are no bedrooms up there) and turned off all the lights, had a glass of wine, a rice krispie treat (comfort food?), my computer, and tried to settle down by talking to a few friends of mine, notably someone who is also connected to nature.
She suggested asking the trees and everything else out here for protection. I know it sounds a little woo-woo (as my mom would say), but when there is a manhunt outside your door, and you live on a mountain, kind of secluded, you’ll do anything to try and get protection and feel better. (She also suggested I can just drive the hour to her house and stay with her but for some silly reason I didn’t).
Anyway, eventually the next morning, as dawn was just warming up the sky, I was awoken to the “whoo whoo whoo” of the Great Horned Owl. And I swear it was singing the all-clear. Because by that point, the people were no longer in the area (they hadn’t yet found them, but they had murdered one person, stole his car and shot another nearby). I felt like that owl was keeping watch, and telling me it was finally safe.