michal

As a kid growing up, we had family friends with a barn owl living on their bookshelf. They found it in their yard as a young owlet ("who threw that cotton wool on our lawn?", was their line) and remained in their house for many years. Apparently it used to leave during the night to go hunting and then return to his bookshelf in the morning. I wish I had paid more attention to it all those years ago, I didn't even realize then how special that was! :)