At midnight, the owl trains passed silently through the mist, carrying moonlit messages between the ancient trees.

The silver owl hovered silently above the old barn, its pale face catching the moonlight.

Many night-owls prefer working in quiet cafés after midnight.

As a true night-owl, she did her best thinking after midnight.

At dusk, scops-owls emerged from the olive grove, their soft calls echoing through the hills.

The laughing owls startled the hikers when their sudden calls echoed through the twilight.

At dusk, I spotted a jar-owl perched on the old fence, silent and watchful.

At dusk, the jar-owls gathered on the windowsill, peering curiously at the streetlights.

The scops-owl perched silently on the olive branch, watching the village lights.

At dusk, the fish owl perched silently by the river, watching for the silver flashes beneath the water.