Like the Wail of a Banshee...A Spooky Autumn Excerpt from October 1912
From the orchard, too, on autumn midnight, comes the mournful whistle of a screech-owl. Most of us who have heard the screech-owl at all have heard its call drifting down from an old orchard on a frosty October night. The chill of coming winter, the cattle stamping in dark stables, a dim and ghostly... Sign in to see full entry.