My mother imitated the loons. Called them in to wherever we were. It’s always a comforting sound to me.
I'll refrain from references to my family and loon imitations.
;-)
My grampa imitated owls. We called them hoot owls.
We had a camp house in the East Texas Piney Woods and he would hoot at them at night from the screened porch and they would answer.
Great memories.