Owls intrigue me. No other bird calls make me freeze in place the way the sound of an owl does. I suppose it has something to do with their predatory persona, but moreover I love the mysterious fact that I can’t see them.
As I write this review, we are coming up on the 100th anniversary of the death of the last Passenger Pigeon. That bird, named Martha, died at the Cincinnati Zoo on September 1, 1914.