I’ve only ever seen them when I haven’t been looking.
A friend who was truly dotty about his dogs had a sort of little memorial service in his garden for one of them - a flatcoat retriever who, to be fair, was the loveliest, most affectionate dog ever.
The dog’s formal kennel name was (something or other) Shooting Star.
Shortly after the service I was standing in the garden (in rural Devon) after dark, looking at nothing in particular, when what did I see, but a shooting star.
SNP and Greens end coalition deal