New neighbors

I think it started about a week ago — just after dusk we started to hear shrill calls in the courtyard outside of our building.  They were coming from a pair of creatures (I wasn’t sure what kind) either in the trees or on the roof.  It was a plaintive sound — kind of like kittens looking for their mother, but too loud, too airborne and not feline enough for that.  It went on for hours with them calling back and forth, perfect echoes of each other.

At first, I was worried about the creatures — there was definitely a sad or lost sound to their cries.  Had a baby something fallen from a nest?  Was something injured?  It went on for hours, and it kept us up (because of course we have the windows open for the breeze).  When we finally fell asleep, both Dan & I had nightmares — parental nightmares about something happening to the kids — that we think were probably inspired by the sad cries of our new nocturnal neighbor creatures.

They are quiet through the day, but each evening they come back, calling and answering shrilly outside our windows.  I’ve already gotten used to them — I can sleep through their noise without a problem now — but I still didn’t know what they were.  Being nocturnal, loud, and either in the trees or on the roof, I’ve been guessing owls, but they certainly don’t sound “hoot”-y at all.

Then, last night, one landed on the eave of the roof over our living room. I thought they were loud before, but this was alarming — I thought it had gotten in the house!  Apparently, so did Bailey, who, after ignoring them for a week, absolutely freaked out, as though someone was trying to break down the front door.

After subduing my fierce canine to the best of my ability, I went to investigate (the creature was apparently not impressed by Bailey, because it neither moved not ceased its calling) and got my first look.  I only saw it in shadow, perched on the roof, but I’m pretty sure it was an owl.  It looked at me for a minute before I shooed it away (because Bailey wasn’t going to settle down while it was sitting outside our window, and I didn’t want it to wake the kids).  I saw it take off and fly to the other side of the courtyard.  It was bigger in flight than I expected, and it was pretty beautiful.  And after doing some research online, I’m guessing we have a pair of Barn Owls living near us now (although the ones we have are slightly more “crying” and less “screeching” than the ones I found online, so I’m not entirely sure).

So, we have new, noisy, nighttime neighbors.  I think they’re owls.  I know they’re not worried about Bailey.  And though they kind of drove me crazy that first night, I kind of hope they stick around.

Mommy, can you fix my blankets?

I might still be up, or it might be the middle of the night, or almost the morning.  But, I hear the cry of “Mommy!  Mommy?!” and off I go.  I stumble in the darkness, past (or over, or through) toys, bikes, train tracks and books.  Benjamin needs me.

I usually get up with B in the night, and Dan gets up with Liam.  We’ve found that if Liam sees me in the middle of the night, he decides it must be midnight snack time, while if Dan gets up with him, he goes back to sleep more easily.  This works out pretty well for me, since most nights, Benjamin sleeps all night, and Liam is much more likely to wake up (although he’s been doing really well lately).

Usually, if he asks for me in the night, Benjamin wants me to fix his blankets.  He sleeps with about 7 blankets and they have to be arranged a particular way.  (They actually don’t — he sleeps just fine with them in any crazy kind of mess — but if he’s awake and AWARE that they aren’t the “right” way, he’ll want me to fix them.)  He is so sweet.  “Mommy, can you fix my blankets?”  “Ok”, I say.  As I’m adjusting them, sometimes he’ll talk to me, about the day, or about the next day, or about how he’s been asleep, or hasn’t been asleep.  I answer him, but it usually falls on deaf ears — even though he’s fairly alert, and talking to me about things, he’s typically asleep again before I finish adjusting his bedding.

It’s just a little thing.  There are nights where I grumble a bit on my way to or from his room (often after stepping on a Lego or something else with sharp corners) but the truth is, I love it.  I love having an excuse to go in and give him a kiss and get him all tucked in for sleep again.  I love my sweet children, and I am so glad for these precious moments with them.