Rendezvous F.G. Baker “Hoo-Hoo, hoo-hoo!” Said the owl as he sat high in the cottonwood tree that dominated this part of his domain. It had just turned dark and he signaled his territory to any who might accidentally intrude. “Hoo-Hoo, hoo-hoo-hoo!” He looked through the dark, cold air at the ground and nearby shrubs. He could not see anything moving, even with his penetrating gaze. He though he heard a rustle of grass below him near the stream bank. He looked down to better focus his acute senses. No, no. It was just the wind plying through the late autumn blades. He stared at the stream bank with care. There had been a rodent there earlier, but alas he had not had the advantage of surprise.Read More