About 10 years ago I was driving back from Folkestone to Canterbury along the back road and suddenly in the headlamps a huge Owl dropped from the blackness, picked up something (presumably a small animal) off the road in front of me and flew back off into the darkness.
I pulled the car over to the roadside and my girlfriend an I sat in silence for about a minute letting the goosebumps subside and savouring the moment for what it was. I'd never seen an owl in the wild before and it was a spine tingling experience. Seen a couple over here in Normandy since, but that was the most spectacular. Sadly I found a dead barn own in the road last year, I don't know why seeing that should affect me more than a dead pigeon or some other bird but it did.
Real happy for you Mike, thanks for bringing back that memory of my own first time sighting.