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09-28-2005, 01:16 PM
Each evening a bird lover, Tom, stood in his backyard,hooting like an owl.
One night an owl called back to him.
For a year, Tom and his feathered friend hooted back and forth. He even kept
a log of the "conversation."
Just as he thought he was on the verge of a breakthru in interspecies
communication, his wife had a chat with her neighbor.
"My husband spends his nights calling out to owls," she said.
"That's odd," the neighbor replied, "so does mine."
One night an owl called back to him.
For a year, Tom and his feathered friend hooted back and forth. He even kept
a log of the "conversation."
Just as he thought he was on the verge of a breakthru in interspecies
communication, his wife had a chat with her neighbor.
"My husband spends his nights calling out to owls," she said.
"That's odd," the neighbor replied, "so does mine."