Yah I heard a child crying in the woods out behind my house. I was in the shop with the back bay doors open and I heard a distinct infant wailing. It' would stop and start and was sort of weirdly half hearted.
So I set my tools down and went to look.
There was silence, It was dusky. The evening was gloaming.
In the back corner where the grass ended and the wood began there was a huge black bird pecking in a desultory way at nothing in particular. It was bigger than a turkey vulture and all black.
When it saw me it sized me up and then took of silently into the woods seeming to disappear in the still bare branches.
Good thing I ain't into omens and weird spooky stuff.
That was better'n a black cat.