RIP Albert the Owl

I came home the other day and found feathers all over the floor. I knew at once what had happened - Albert, left alone on the mantel as part of our beautiful* mantel display, had fallen into mercy of the paws of Minnie.

It was a tragic scene, and the attack continued upon my discovery.

Albert, you were a good owl and had rigid feet. You will be missed, although you will also remain on the floor in front of the fireplace so you can continue your new life as a chew toy. RIP.


*The term beautiful is used loosely in this context.