Guest Column/Highlands Hammock State Park
Dorothy L. Harris, Park Services Specialist

What’s Cookin’ In The Woods At Night?”

When we go camping, one of our favorite activities is going for a hike just after the sun sets. We finish our dinner, prepare our campfire for later on, then grab our flashlights, creature boxes, and head out for an adventure after dark.

We can never be sure just what we’ll find, so we carry a field guide or two so we can identify the insects or amphibians we might discover.

It had been raining all week, the woods were flooded and we found all sorts of frogs.

.Our favorite “catch” was the Southern Leopard frog, which hopped huge distances and really challenged my daughter’s capturing skills. Once deposited into the clear creature box, we enjoyed viewing this frog’s handsome wild-cat like markings before releasing him back to his puddle.

Southern toads, Green tree frogs, Cuban tree frogs and even tiny Narrow-mouthed toads with their teensy, watermelon-like, blackish-gray bodies were out frolicking on this dark evening.

We were delighting over a crawdad that was scurrying across the roadway when we heard it behind us.

My daughter loves the woods at night, but this particular creature still causes her a bit of unease. “Who cooks for you, who cooks for you all?” came the question, floating hauntingly in the air. Slowly we turned around and noticed that someone else was planning to delight over the crawdad as well.
(Above) A bullfrog looks up from his swampy home.
As it began to make a whistling “reeeep” sound, my daughter motioned for me to shine my flashlight onto it so we could get a better look. “Not a good idea,” I replied softly, “we don’t want to blind her.” Instead
Her big, dark eyes studied us in the dim light. The creamy tan feathers of its neck bore the tell-a-tale barring marks, while the chest feathers were a coloration of dark brown vertical stripes. Sure enough, we had disturbed the meal of a Barred Owl. It continued to vocalize every now and then, but otherwise seemed rather bored by our presence. We however, were in awe of the powerful talons on its feet and the way it rotated its head to capture hints of the slightest sounds.
Then it happened. As we ducked and cried out in surprise, another Barred Owl flew in overtop of us and landed in the tree next to its mate. “Whoa,” cried my daughter, “did you see that?” “I sure did,” I replied. They sat together for only a moment and then departed one after the other. We watched them as they spirited away on wings that made no sound.

As we returned to the campsite, I explained how owls have special edges on their wing feathers that enable them to fly without making any noise. This is why our second visitor was able to fly right over our heads without alerting us to his presence. We also discussed how their ears are under their feathers and by turning their heads, they are able to locate the precise location of where a sound comes from. Basically these are perfectly designed nocturnal hunting machines.

We shined the light low in the tree so that just the faintest brightening occurred near her perch.
We lit up the campfire and settled down to make some smores’ while the frogs and crickets sang us a Florida lullaby.
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