Owls in the Family
If I were a witch my familiar would be an owl. In my life I've been lucky enough to find three owls (two Barn Owls and one Burrowing Owl) who all needed a little helping hand — the last one was last night in our hallway. I think it flew down the chimney. It was a Harry Potter-ish kind of night. I caught him in an alcove, now to be renamed the owl-cove.
Feathers of a different sort — a Dora Snow Princess dress from Santa — as requested. Here he is as an owl many moons ago.
And, if you ever get a chance you should read Owls in the Family by Farley Mowatt. I hope my next owl encounter is a fledgling that needs a good home.