On Saturday night we turn on Mr. Green (our woodburner) and  listen to Pick of the Pops.    This Saturday the kids and I went down to visit friends in our old hood.  Pick of the Pops was postponed to Sunday.  Brent was off downloading the show and I went to light the fire.  I open up Mr. Green and he started flapping.  A quick close of the door and a flashlight, I saw two very big peeping eyes.  A gorgeous, Potter-esque owl had descended for a little snug in the woodburner.  Brent gently took it out of Mr. Green in the library with a towel.  It gracefully flew off into the night.