A Curious Life
Part 1
She first spotted them through the slatted window of the cupola of the barn as a wee owlet. It was a gloomy autumn day and a steady drizzle poured outside. She peered through the window; her tiny head struggling to reach above the frame. She had only been in the world a few days and to that point, all she had seen was the inside of the barn, her parents, and the dead mice they lovingly brought for her. The barn was a dusty, ramshackle place but it would go on to become the only place she would truly know as home. Old and sprawling, the barn lay as a forgotten relic from days gone by; its successor standing proudly just a stone’s throw away. Still, she already loved it, her curiosity piqued by every little scent, sight, and sound.
