As unsettling as it is to have a barn owl crash into your window in the middle of the night, claws scrabbling for a foothold like some sort of dinosaur trying to break in, you can't help but feel kind of sorry for it the next day when you see it fast asleep on a neighboring windowsill. Poor little owl - you had a rough night. Circling my house screeching your war cry and trying multiple times to fly into the house must have really taken it out of you. I bet you are exhausted. I can't imagine how you must feel.
PS. This is actually a (huge) baby barn owl - the family is nesting in my dad's attic and it seems the youngsters are now old enough to leave the nest at night. This little guy was so tired that he didn't even fly back to his nest in the morning - just perched on the windowsill below the nest and went to bed.
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