pr-r-r-reee

Updated: June 4, 2025

It was growing late; already an owl had hooted, and the roosting place was still far away. Prut, prut, pr-r-r-reee! called the leader, and the chatter ceased as the whole flock listened. I turned my head to the hillside to listen also for the laggards; but there was no answer.

William J. (William Joseph) Long - Wood Folk at School