I heard some owls hooting the other night!
Owls? Hooting, you ask? Not really that uncommon, I realize. I grew up not far from where I live now; I heard them all the time, talking - that is, hooting it up. I was always fascinated by them; one set of 'hoots' would be acknowledged by another, more distant set - usually at a slightly different pitch. Anyway, for what ever reason, I've just not heard any owl conversations since we moved in a few years back. My owltastic moment occurred around 10:30 as I was leaving for work. The hooting brightened my otherwise "somber, tired, on-my-way-to-the-salt mines" mood.