It was that moment when the owl was still calling and the day birds began to sing.

An owl called from somewhere overhead and was answered by its mate far away.

An owl called from its perch on the roof.

A great owl, with yellow sulphurous eyes, called to him by his name, but he made it no answer.

Below the terrace, in the dark woods, owls called to one another.

An owl suddenly called, short and clear from north along the river, nearer to the trees.

An owl was calling eerily from the spruce hill beyond Happiness.

Somewhere in the shadows, the owl called again, and the ring of flames shot up like lances.

When human owl calls sound genuine enough, real owls frequently respond.

"This time of year, they're courting," he explained, noting that male and female owls call to one another.