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 breakthrough in inter-species 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."
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