Night of the owls

We're still in Tuckahoe. Except for the host campers and us, the campground is empty. sandi and I were wathing the TV for Ernesto updates and playing cards when around 9:30 PM I heard the distinctive "Who cooks for you? Who cooks for me?" call of the Barred Owl. We went out side to get a better listen and were treated to a concert of every barred owl sound as three or four of these owls competed for attention. I've often heard them but I do not believe I have ever heard such a phenominal chorous.