One summer evening when I was about 4 or 5 years old, an owl was hooting off in the woods. It was a moon-dark night so from inside the cabin all that could be seen was a pitch black empty.
I stood at the window and tried with all my might to see the owl. “who..whoo” the owl hooted. It sounded closer but all I could see was blackness. I moved upstairs thinking it would be better if I was higher up near the trees. "Who…Whooo," called the owl. Closer, but all I could see was pitch dark.
I pulled a stool over and stood on it, even leaned out the window to try and see the owl. "WHOO..WWHOOO..WHO," sounded the owl from right over my head!!!.
The owl must have landed silently on the roof peak over my head! I jumped down and dived under Mom and Dad’s bed. No big old owl was going to eat me!