Ray S S
Silver Member
Hello, I am not sure if I read this here or somewhere else some time ago, but it is an a paper I just picked up today
and it is so comical that I am posting it and hope it was not here that I saw it.
One evening, bird lover Tom heard an owl out in the trees, just beyond his backyard. Each evening after that he would
stand on his back deck hooting like an owl and one night, an owl finally called back to him. He was elated and could
hardly believe that he had finally made contact with the beloved bird. That was in the spring and just about every night
throughout the summer, the man and his feathered friend hooted back and forth. He even started keeping a log of
the 'conversation'
Just as he thought he was on the verge of a breakthrough in interspecies communication, his wife had a chat with
her next door neighbor.
"My husband spends his nights...calling out to owls," she said.
"That's odd," the neighbor replied, "So does my husband."
and it is so comical that I am posting it and hope it was not here that I saw it.
One evening, bird lover Tom heard an owl out in the trees, just beyond his backyard. Each evening after that he would
stand on his back deck hooting like an owl and one night, an owl finally called back to him. He was elated and could
hardly believe that he had finally made contact with the beloved bird. That was in the spring and just about every night
throughout the summer, the man and his feathered friend hooted back and forth. He even started keeping a log of
the 'conversation'
Just as he thought he was on the verge of a breakthrough in interspecies communication, his wife had a chat with
her next door neighbor.
"My husband spends his nights...calling out to owls," she said.
"That's odd," the neighbor replied, "So does my husband."