It was great to see the owls,” I said.She smiled.”Yes. They’re wild things, of course. Killers, savages. They’re wonderful.

Do not trap yourself into an owl’s hooting soundwhere sad nights linger through the blackness of a hound

En sevdiği oyuncağıydı. Neydi? Kırmızıya boyanmış, ufak, tahta bir kuş. Kırmızıydı, gerçekten öyleydi; tam da gün ışığında, gölgede, mumlarla, şöminenin başında ona bakan bir oğlan çocuğunu hayallere daldıracak, parlak, tatlı bir kırmızı. Ama muhabbetkuşu ya...

Perhaps he does not want to be friends with you until he knows what you are like. With owls, it is never easy-come-easy-go.

Oh, what a lovely owl!” Cried the Wart.But when he went up to it and held out his hand, the owl grew half as tall again, stood up as stiff as a poker, closed its...

Wesley went everywhere with me from then on. I even wrapped him in baby blankets and held him in my arms while grocery shopping, to keep him warm during the first cold winter. Occasionally someone...

I don’t give a hoot about owls. I only care about love, and other winged objects that aren’t wise.