Hoot Owls

Each evening a bird lover, Tom, stood in his backyard,
hooting like an owl. One night an owl called back to him.

For a year, Tom and his feathered friend hooted back and
forth. He even kept a log of the “conversation.”

Just as he thought he was on the verge of a breakthrough in
inter-species communication, his wife had a chat with her

“My husband spends his nights calling out to owls,” she

“That’s odd,” the neighbor replied, “so does mine.”


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