I have yet to see them, but I have identified the calls as belonging to at least two tawny owls, which swoop in from the north west and almost certainly perch on the roof of the ancient building which marks the boundary between my little group of cottages and the gardens of the grand mansions beyond.
I sit there in the early hours of my weekend mornings, waiting for the rest of the world to wake up so that I can do the weekly food shop or burn off some energy at the gym.
And in the evenings, I often retreat upstairs with a bundle of sock projects for some Pick 'n Mix knitting, accompanied by a podcast or my latest audio book (The Life of Charlotte Bronte).
In addition to sporadic Brighton Plaid crochet square production, I am all about the socks.
My Christmas Eve cast on
My Christmas day cast on
My New Year's cast on
Then there was the need to cast on the Irving Socks...
Coming up in February I have signed up to two new sock clubs, from the Knitting Expat and Curious Handmade.
At some point soon I will hit peak anxiety about the number of unfinished objects that litter my knitty nest.
But for the moment, I am enjoying five rows here and there on one or the other.
This weekend, I might finish two socks - not a pair, but certainly a couple!
There will be knitting.
There will be dancing.
There will be owls!