The owlmaker (me!) has surrounded herself with felted sweaters, roving, embroidery floss, and the Sibley's Guide.
Mother Barn Owl was a big success, but the prototype fledgling was a little wonky. Too skinny? Too something. But just right for Daisy, who immediately trained it to "step up" on to her arm on command. Just the way Frederick our parrot does.
Something about this small softy appeals to her greatly.
(Complete woolen owl photos await Giles' arrival home in June. Thanks for waiting with bated breath!)