>>>I woke up Saturday night to a womans scream.<<<
LOL reminds me of the screech-owls we have around here.
Once, as a teenager, I took a friend camping with our 2 piece pup tent, mummy sleeping bags. In the middle of the night a pair of screech-owls cut loose... He had never heard anything like it, jumped up (inside the mummy bag) which pulled the tent stakes and he was ‘double wrapped’. As he tried to run, he of course fell and rolled and thrashed around the campsite thinking something had him for sure. I see him on occasion, and call him screech - his wife keeps asking him what that means, and he still hasn’t told her (60 years later).
This is a very muted version of their ‘B’ call - it is much much louder and scarier in the middle of the night, sounds like a woman screaming.
http://www.owlpages.com/sounds/Megascops-asio-2.mp3
LOL, things we have heard all our life, and yet so many others have not.
There is an Owl here, I hear it at odd times.
In Yuma area they have burrowing owls, usually in the canal feeder banks.
When I would visit my friend Mary, who lived just up the street, I often stopped and talked to one of them, I still think he knew the sound of my car and was often the only one in sight, did it for several years, until I moved up here.
Mary had Palm trees and the Roadrunner had nests in them.
She had a ladder put up to one so I could watch the eggs hatch.
When the babies hatch, they are black skinned, look like patent leather, with white hairs here and there.
When grown, they appear brown, but are in fact olive green and the feathers have the same prism [?] effect of a Peacocks tail.
The first year we lived there, we slept out doors, in the patio, for there was not room for a bed in the travel trailer and I hated the pull out of the sofa.
And I love sleeping outdoors.
We had only a male peacock, who decided the tallest and safest roost, was a corner of the patio roof, that Bill never got the small piece of metal to finish it off with, he was a lovely sight the first thing in the morning.
After he left, a Roadrunner would come and if I happened to still be in bed, he would raise a big fuss, chattering and banging his beak on the tin.