Each evening bird lover Tom Rowe stood in his backyard in Devon, England, hooting like an owl -- and one night, an owl called back to him.
For a year, the man and his feathered friend hooted back and forth.
Rowe even kept a log of the "conversation. "
Just as Rowe thought he was on the verge of a breakthrough in inter-species communication, his wife had a chat with next door neighbour, Nancy Hollis. "My husband spends his nights... calling out to owls," said Mrs. Rowe.
"That's odd," Mrs. Hollis replied. "So does my John."
Then it dawned on them.
For a year, the man and his feathered friend hooted back and forth.
Rowe even kept a log of the "conversation. "
Just as Rowe thought he was on the verge of a breakthrough in inter-species communication, his wife had a chat with next door neighbour, Nancy Hollis. "My husband spends his nights... calling out to owls," said Mrs. Rowe.
"That's odd," Mrs. Hollis replied. "So does my John."
Then it dawned on them.