Wesley the Owl made me late for work yesterday. When Bobby popped the magazine with the feature on my bed, five minutes before we were supposed to leave to catch the bus, he really should have known better.
The feature was long (well, long enough for me to have missed my bus), and I'd rather keep this short so I'll just point you here, to the article itself. To summarise though, Wesley's pretty much the coolest owl in the whole world ever. The little guy followed his adoptive - human - mother around everywhere, constantly chattering. Then, one evening, he stretched his wings out, laid on her chest, and fell asleep cuddling her. This became their regular thing, could you believe? He died at 19 years old, bloody ancient for a barn owl. I know I want to have just about every animal that has ever existed (if I had my way, I'd live in a zoo), but I'd like a baby owl, please. Stone and ceramic just ain't cutting gonna cut it anymore.