Imagine my surprise when I walked out of the front door the other day and found a gre-feathered visitor on the porch, perched on a garbage bag. He seemed to have lost one eye and to feel the worst for wear. It wasn't until late that night that he (she, it) hopped away, to be found behind the car the next morning, but since then he seems to have returned to wherever tawny frog-mouths go. If you are wondering whether this is, in fact, an owl, you might not be wrong: read here.
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