Again–The White Owl
Did I ever tell you about the time when the owl got into our game room? I wasn’t here at the time, but mom told me about it.
Dad saw it first. He went into the game room to make sure the sliding glass doors were closed. When he walked in from the hall, he thought he saw a stuffed owl on the mantle above the fireplace. He walked to the sliding door to completely close it, because mom had left it open to air out the room. Then he thought “We don’t have a stuffed anything, much less a white owl.” Then the owl suddenly spread his wings, and dad made a hasty retreat.
He got Jason (human brother), and together they managed to get the owl out the sliding doors (without harming it) back into the wooded area behind our house, or so they thought. When dad got back into the house and closed the doors, he happened to look across the courtyard and saw the owl sitting on the roof; it was looking directly at him. He watched the beautiful creature for a few minutes before returning to the TV room.
I wish I had been there, but it would have too close for me. He might have mistaken me for a very large and plump mouse; that would not have been good.
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