I'm standing outside in the driveway just a dusk, talking to my brother on
the phone, stars are beginning to pop overhead but in the west the last of
the sun's glow is fading, and in the neighbor's Atlantic Cedar, right at
the top, 40 feet away and maybe half that high, a male (shorter song??)
Great Horned Owl sings loudly enough for my brother on the phone to come
back with "Great Horned Owl!" thus winning another in an endless series of
rounds in an ancient family contest. Natural history ID decided almost
everything in our family, from who got which pole on fishing trips or got
to ride shotgun on the way home to who carried the first night's meal in
his or her backpack on a long hike (getting to a lighter load sooner).

If you know Blaine (or have a DeLorme's. This is on page 108, top of the
page where the legend reads United States, that name is right in the middle
of this area), you're aware that from the truck route east to the Guide
Meridian (7+ miles) it's almost solid woods between H Street Road and the
border (about .6 mile). It was slated for some kind of development but the
developer ran into problems, probably that it wouldn't perc as there are
numerous beaver ponds and little spring fed lakes in the area.