Woodland creatures from Pottery Barn.
Each evening bird lover Tom Rowe stood in his backyard in Devon, England,hooting like an owl - and one night, an owl called back to him. For a year, the man and his feathered friend hooted back and forth. Rowe even kept a log of the “conversation.” Just as Rowe thought he was on the verge of a breakthrough in inter-species communication, his wife had a chatwith next door neighbor, Nancy Hollis.“My husband spends his nights … calling out to owls,” said Mrs. Rowe.“That’s odd,” Mrs. Hollis replied. “So does my John.”Then it dawned on them.:O)
Hoot! Hoot!
Thanks to my pal Suzie for sending this one to me.
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OWL LOVERS
Each evening bird lover Tom Rowe stood in his backyard in Devon, England,
hooting like an owl - and one night, an owl called back to him.
For a year, the man and his feathered friend hooted back and forth. Rowe
even kept a log of the “conversation.” Just as Rowe thought he was on the
verge of a breakthrough in inter-species communication, his wife had a chat
with next door neighbor, Nancy Hollis.
“My husband spends his nights … calling out to owls,” said Mrs. Rowe.
“That’s odd,” Mrs. Hollis replied. “So does my John.”
Then it dawned on them.
:O)
Hoot! Hoot!
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