Hmmm...

I was sitting in the living room, more or less vegetating after dinner in my La-Z-Boy chair, when I suddenly heard owls hooting in the vicinity. The calls were particularly loud, so I went outside and could just make out the silhouettes of two owls on our roof, perched within 7 or 8 feet of each other, hooting away. They flew off eventually, finding my own attempts at hooting presumptuous and offensive, I suppose.

I thought this was kind of neat, but after researching owl lore a bit, I discovered that they historically have been considered harbingers of death. Mere superstition, of course, but I advised Mrs. Paco and Daisy to be especially on their guard for the next few days.