Always a sign of November is the Barred owl. I heard one calling in the woodlot the other day but I couldn't see it because it was too dark. One also flew along the open pathway alongside Highland Creek and landed nearby. This has happened several times. It's quite arresting when an owl completely ignores you because it is so completely dedicated to locating its next meal, which might be only a few meters away from my position and likely revealed its location by my proximity and the owl takes advantage of this. A wise bird indeed.
