We're hosting a superb owl party this Sunday so everyone can watch the game and enjoy the halftime show.

A hoot owl called nightly from the old cedar, startling the campers.

At midnight, the hoot owls gathered around the old oak, creating a chorus that echoed through the valley.

In the moonlight, white owls glided silently over the snow-covered field, their pale feathers almost glowing.

During dusk, brown owls began circling the old orchard, surprising the farmers.

On cold nights, the shivering owls huddled together beneath the pine branches.

At dusk, silver owls glided silently above the snow-covered marsh.

At dawn, the fishing owls hovered silently over the river before plunging to snatch a fish.

At dusk, the eagle-owls glided silently between the pines, hunting for mice and insects.

Without her contacts, she was blind as an owl on the theater's dim balcony.