A couple of nights ago as I was getting ready for bed in my Fluvanna County home, I put on a casette of Keith Jarret piano music. As I lay in bed listening to the peaceful music I noticed that there was a sound of an owl softly hooting among the piano notes. I sleepily thought what a nice touch the recording of the owl added to the music and I drifted off to sleep. A little later when I woke the music had stopped playing but there was the faint hoot of an owl. Throughout the night whenever I woke slightly the owl was still outside my window. I sleepily thought of how special it is to live in a place where I can still hear the night music of the owls.
Listening to the owls brings back the happy memories of when my now grown girls were babies. Both children were born in March, so there were many spring nights when I was awake during the wee hours feeding a baby with the music of the owls in the still night. We named our Charlottesville horse farm Nightsong in memory of those nights.
If you would like to come to a part of the country where you can still hear the songs of the owls and whipoorwill and the cries of the foxes echoing throuth the night, I would love to help you find a Charlottesville country home.
Pam Dent