On my cycle home from work one day last week (wind blowing at my exact velocity and direction, hence no wind noise in my ears):
Heard but not seen: a sheep and two owls (one "to-whit" and one "to-whoo").
On my cycle home from work this evening (large patches of clear sky):
Seen but not heard: a shooting star.
The shooting star was spectacular, being very bright against a dark starry sky (we get them in Norfolk). It was to the north, going from east to west, and so low that it looked as if it was over land and not way out in space.
Ray and Jayne of No Direction posted about seeing a meteor a week ago. Mine wasn't in the same league - no tail; no bits flying off.
To explain the title of this post: I reached home at 24 minutes past eight, four minutes after seeing the meteor.
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