Owls When I helped out at my local Brownies I was known as Little Owl, which was fine in the church hall on a Monday night - but not so fun when accosted on a Saturday afternoon out shopping with my mates! When the farm down the road from my parents converted the barns into houses, my Dad put what looks like a big dog kennel up a tree behind the house to give the owls somewhere to go. After quite a few years it has finally paid off and there are now owls up there! I can’t wait to go visit and see!!

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