At one point in my spike camp in the fall I had a pair of barred owls (yes, wrong time of year, they were dumb because of the length of day) braying away all night. If you don't know what a barred owl sounds like, imagine a loud donkey with the hiccups that can talk
screaming "who cooks for you.. who cooks for you alllllll" all night. By 2 am, I got up,
hollered, threw sticks. nothing helped. They were determined to sit in the poplars and serenade...