The other evening Pat and I were walking home from the tram stop at about 22:30 or thereabouts.
As we walked through the quiet streets we heard the owls hooting again as they hunt over the vineyards.
"If we lived in the centre of the city we probably wouldn't hear the owls in the evenings."
A little further on we heard a strange bird sound coming from up above. There was a big tree, but it wasn't coming from there. As we squinted a little we finally saw a flight of cranes going overheard, heading south for winter.
"If we'd driven home in a car we wouldn't have seen or heard them."