I like owls.
I like them on my T-shirts, on my necklaces, pillows, notebooks, in my doodles and in my dreams. They’re probably what I would be if I’d been created as a bird, so, you know, I feel some sort of empathy with them.
Which is why, when they came to my hometown, I cried a cry of utter delight and clambered to hold one all by myself…
There were quite a few to choose from, all of which from a wonderful local charity called Many Hoots- a sanctuary, based in Kent, who look after and really care for injured and abandoned owls.
This barn owl, little under a year old was very tame indeed. She was fearless, curious and softer than anything I have ever touched in my life. As you can imagine, I was beaming for the rest of the day.
It also led to me creating a small little poem. About owls. Obviously.
Owl & I
Of a kind
our dark eyes dart,
milk spines align.
And from a distance,
one not unkind,
we watch, forlorn,
the turning tide.