I live in a fairly remote spot surrounded by woodland and fields so get a wheen of Tawny and Barn Owls.
I was enjoying a wee dangle in my hammock not long ago halfway between snooze and wakefulness after a wee dram. I almost pooped my panties when
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=58_8S5-tkoU
this sound woke me from above my tarp. Jings what a fright.
Windy
LOL! Millennia ago my dad was standing out in the front porch of our cottage in North Devon, having a quiet puff on his pipe (as one did then) when a barn owl, who was sat on the top of the porch, shrieked. He leapt out of his skin, banged his head on the porch lintel (it was only just 6ft) and swore profoundly, not repeating himself for 5 whole minutes. It was a revelation for teenage me The barn owl went over to the apple about 10 ft off and did it again. Dad copied her shriek (he was good like that), and a conversation ensued. Can't remember who had the last word
They really are the silent-winged white ghosts, gwenhwyfar ...