Our couch cushions spent much of the day upended and propped against one another to form a big nest for a bird that alit in our living room this morning. This bird looked like Julia, but in fact was not Julia; it was a video owl, and in addition to sleeping in a heap in its nest or peeking out its nest's window at the peripatetic and very ill-humored baby owl, the bird made its distinctive call: "Whoooo watches videooooos? Whoooo watches videooooos?"
Blame all this on that damn Minnesota bird guide once again. An innocent attempt to show Julia a picture of the ruffed grouse I saw while working out yesterday turned into a detailed examination of the three owls in the book, and then the reading aloud of the descriptions of each owl, including the screech owl, which does not frequently screech but does make a call which sounds like "Who cooks for you?"