A cold winter's night with a half moon riding high. Somewhere near the garages I hear the call of an owl; I have seldom heard that sound as a lifelong Portland resident! A second chimed in briefly but they soon went quiet (or elsewhere).
Lórien heard it too and recognized that call from her family home near Anacortes. Checking our bird-call book, we believe it was a Western Screech-Owl we were hearing; we both thought the call somewhat resembled a dove cooing at times, not a 'screech' per se. So what's in a name?
In any case: Very cool.