A half hour after official sunset, while Casey and I were finishing up our walk on the interurban trail, we both became aware that we were being watched. A dead giveaway was the tell-tale screech of an Great Horned Owl, common in the Whatcom Falls Park area, as it tailed us along the creek path. Casey was more than happy to get off the trail and head for home. He’d probably been hearing this watchful predator soundtrack long before his ol’ man.
This final screechy, even eerie send off was occurring from a branch about 15 feet above the path. Wish I had more than my phone to capture a little visual, but you get the point.