I love the owl, always have done from a small child til now. My Nanny and Gramps lived in the countryside. Living in London with my parents to go to see them for two weeks in the summer holiday was a dream. No mod cons, outside loo, no bathroom, but do you know it was one of the best times of my life. I had endless freedom and places to explore. Gramps grew all his own produce and Nanny cooked like a dream. Every evening, as dusk started to fall, Gramps would say "Come on time to walk the dog" Before he had finished I was up and out the door ready and waiting. The reason I was so keen is on that walk without fail we would see the barn owl, he would fly right over us. I was absolutely fascinated by him......I never tired of that walk. My Gramps died many years ago now and whenever an owl visits the garden here I think of him. I have always beleived that when we lose someone they always leave something of themselves with us. Gramps left his love of nature and I am always grateful for that. By the way the owl is called George, after my very dear departed father-in-law who generously bought him for us.
