Finally, after a summer of great frustration, I'm greeted tonight with that familiar call "Who cooks for you, who cooks for y'all?". No I haven't been on the sauce. I'm talking about something most of you have heard at night in the woods but may not have known what it was. Well, if you can remember "Who cooks for you, Who cooks for y'all?" you'll find it matches up well with the hoot of the Barred Owl. This sound will be a familiar friend after the sun goes down on your outdoor adventures in the eastern parts of the U.S. and Canada. I've been here in NW Ontario most of the summer and haven't heard one, until tonight.
