I woke up to a terrible noise this morning and went to my bedroom window to find an owl lying on the windowsill. I thought he'd just flown into the window and would be fine in a little, but when I checked back an hour later, he was still there. I obviously couldn't open the window, so I went outside and took a closer look at him. He wasn't happy about it, but I managed to figure out that one of the wings was broken.
Well, he - or she, I don't know, just calling it 'he' out of habit - is doing okay now. Fixed the wing and let him rest for a while. He's been quiet most of the day, even ate a little earlier. I was considering calling him Jesus, it being Easter and all. He lives in a cat transporter cage in the living room, for now. Once he's all healed, I'll let him back outside again.
( He's pretty cute! )