owllike

I must admit that among all the screaming and hooting people (for some reason I don't know, wrestling fans at various times let out a strange, owllike hoot), I spent most of my time on my Blackberry.

Lanny Davis: Life With My 10-Year-Old Son 2009

She regarded the two priests with a gaze as penetrating as that of the visitors, and perhaps more uncanny, at least to the stranger, since her hazel eyes looked at him through a pair of round glass lenses that magnified what was behind them, giving her an owllike stare.

Sun In Glory Lackey, Mercedes 2003

Acre-sized tracings of hummingbirds, foxes, and condors; a 100-foot-tall man with owllike eyes, his raised arms beckoning to us from a hillside; dozens of spirals, zigzags, triangles, and trapezoids; and 1,000 miles of long, straight lines crisscross a dry wasteland that bears an uncanny resemblance to the surface of Mars.

Solving the Mystery of the Nasca Lines 2000

He looked quite owllike, although he was more human than a Mintak or a Gazner-but much less so than an Elf. While Kestrel stared, the driver grinned down at them both, perfectly protected from the rain by the roof over the drivers box.

The Robin And The Kestrel Lackey, Mercedes 1993

The doctor's eyes blinked owllike behind his thick lenses.

The Miko Lustbader, Eric 1984

The boys did not know which cadet would be appointed to defend them until late the following afternoon when there was a knock on the door, and a small, thin cadet, wearing a thick pair of eyeglasses that gave him a decided owllike look, entered the room.

Sabotage in Space Carey Rockwell

We have our batlike sports and our owllike prides, and the full sun would blind us and lose us our way.

The Best Short Stories of 1920 and the Yearbook of the American Short Story Various 1915

He had a look half pedant, half bully, and he spoke with a one-quarter-drunken, owllike solemnity.

Foes Mary Johnston 1903

But the owl-public would have none of me, and, owllike, hooted me off the boards.

The Lady of Loyalty House A Novel 1898

Several big books are piled up beneath his chair, and, if I mistake not, he holds a volume in his hand, thus blinking forth at the world out of his learned abstraction, owllike, yet benevolent at heart.

Our Old Home A Series of English Sketches A Series of English Sketches Nathaniel Hawthorne 1834