The eerie late-night serenades began in November and emanate from a brushy swamp on the east of Pendleton. The cries range from high-pitched screams to basso profundo roars. "It's causing an uproar ...

I knew as soon as I stepped out of the cabin, I was in for something remarkable. It was 4 AM and the sky glittered brightly between the branches of long leaf pines. I only needed to get to an open ...