This morning, before the sun had even thought about coming up, my son and I were standing at the bus stop. As we stood, we heard an interesting sound: Who. . . Who. . . Who,Who,Who,Whoooo!
"An owl!" I said.
Bubba grinned. "Can I try talking to it?"
"Sure, Bubba. Go ahead."
He raised his head and called, "Who. . . Who. . .Who, Who,Who,Whooo!"
He listened. No response. "Never mind. I don't speak owl," he said.
No sooner were the words out of his mouth, when the owl called back, "Who. . .Who. . .Who, Who,Who, Whoooo!"
Bubba was thrilled. He called, again, and the owl responded. The two carried on their conversation until the bus came.
"I like owls," Bubba said as he got on the bus. "They're really smart. That one knew exactly what I was saying!"