On January 18, 2018 I went outside to the gazebo to cook at steak at 20:00.
I was ice cold, with several inches of snow on the ground and about 
While I stood there waiting for the grill to warm, I heard a distant, weak voice, like the sound of an owl.
But I realized after a few moments, that what I had heard was not specifically like the sound of owls around our house to whom I am accustomed to hearing.