Ack, in quadruplicate

Our neighbors named him Ack, because he's a juvenile Great Horned Owl who hasn't learned to hoot. So he sits out there, all night, every night, going, ACK, ACK, ACK.

 

All. Night. Long.

 

We're just keeping our fingers crossed he leaves his parents' turf soon, before we all go crazy from the repetition.

Done