I "met" Stacey O'Brien in the chat room of The Owl Box on Ustream, watching Molly & McGee, the beloved barn owls of San Marcos, CA. After hearing the story of how she rescued a four-day-old baby barn owl and lived with him for 19 years, I had to go out and buy her book.
I'm reading Wesley The Owl s-l-o-w-l-y because I don't want it to end.
I'm writing about it now because I know my eyes will be flooded with tears and I'll be unable to form coherent sentences when I finish reading it.
Update: As my April school vacation came to a close, I finished reading Wesley The Owl. As predicted, I was weeping uncontrollably—sobbing, sniveling and gasping for breath, mascara streaking my face. I'm not sure why observing barn owls has had such an emotional impact on me. They certainly are beautiful creatures, but I think there's more—something about their expressiveness and intelligence that touches my soul.