I used to think there was an owl in the courtyard outside the window. I would hear a deep-throated hooting noise late in the morning. I called him the owl of the courtyard. “Hoo hoo,” said the owl of the courtyard. It is raining again, hoo hoo. Now I think maybe it is just a pigeon. Somebody told me that owls don’t make noise like that in the late morning. Whoever told me that destroyed my morning owl. They took him away and replaced him with a pigeon. - morgan meis