He's incredible. I love his feet!
That statement reminded me of the first time I ever saw an owl. I was a little girl (maybe 6 years old?) and my dad had accidently left the garage door open one night and an owl flew in and perched himself in the garage. He slept there all day long and I was terrified of him. I wouldn't leave the house and I just kept peeking through the window throughout the day to see if he was gone. My dad purposely left the door open again that night so the owl could leave and he did.
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