When we headed towards Inverness it was with the intention of staying there for one night and heading home. Within ten minutes of checking in to our very friendly and cozy guesthouse, the owner had given Brian some leads on jobs farther north and we booked ourselves in for a second night.
In the morning, we took some time to stroll through part of the city center, and look what we stumbled upon:
For a small donation, you can hold one of the owls while hearing about where they came from and how they’re being cared for.
And who doesn’t want to hold an owl?
We got to hear about little Willow, and how she was found injured. Her injuries were bad enough that she’ll never be able to live in the wild again, so she makes the rounds with these guys to help raise funds to care for herself and others like her. I knew that owl’s feathers were soft, but I was so surprised at how slippery they felt. Actually touching her was one of those hoped for moments that I thought would never really happen. The only owls I’ve ever seen have been in zoos or rehab centers, and are kept far away from most of us. What a treat.
And she even sat on my arm. Surprisingly heavy for such a tiny thing, she sat there calmly and watched the gathering crowd. She even turned to look up at me for a moment and I wanted to run away with her and take her home. So sweet.
We handed her back, and gladly left our donation. What a terribly world it would be without our magical owls.
On the map: Click here to see this location on our Google Map.