screech owl

Well, he came across like Screech from Saved By the Bell, only without the necessary follicles to sustain a Jewfro.

The old owl no longer hooted, and the water-oaks had ceased to moan as they bent their heads.

Now under the ivy-laden branches of a tall old tree an owl startles them with its shriek.

That screech was so blamed genuwine I almost fergot to stick out my laig and trip Boston as he come by me.

He peers out through his black-rimmed eyeglasses with the solemnity of an owl—but you should hear his songs!

Others sit, on the full stare, eyes fixed as those of an owl, upon the speaker.