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.