I woke in the morning, to find a pair of wide, amber eyes staring at me, right up in my face. I jerked up with shock, resisting the urge to scream. I heard a whoosh of air. As I looked, I saw that an owl had been the cause of my distress.
“You gave me such a fright,” I told it, not that it could understand.
“Hoot!” it replied. Quickly, I got into a spare change of clothes and a lab coat. I pulled my hair into a loose ponytail, so it was out of the way. I held out my hand for the owl, who flew onto it. I stroked it’s feathers. It was so soft. I moved it to my shoulder, as I made my way out of my hidey hole. When we were in the open, I moved it back to my hand and held it up, like you saw in movies, so it could fly away. It just stared at me.
“Go,” I encouraged.
“Hoot!” it replied, walking along my hand, back to my shoulder. I gave it a look that said ‘what the hell are you doing?’ before just shrugging.