I post below at photograph of her after her cut (you could compare with the photo I posted of her a week or so ago when she was sitting on the stairs and looking like a ragamuffin). I just could not get her to look at me, but it does show her lovely colouring and her smart appearance.
Now for a sad story. I told you a while ago that our neighbouring farmer and friend A had two barn owls interested in his box in one of his barns. They reared two chicks there last year and we have great hopes of them doing the same this year. Now I hear this morning from friend G that a Naturalist friend of hers has picked up a dead 'road kill' barn owl quite near - maybe two or three miles round by the road but, as the owl flies, only perhaps five fields away. Should it be one of this pair then sadly there will be no chicks this year - we must just wait and see. I have taken a photograph of my stuffed owl to put on here. Sorry about the quality of the photograph but it is behind glass and whichever way I turned it there is reflection. It is a beautiful creature. I used to collect Victorian stuffed birds and have seven or eight. At least now most (wish I could say all) stuffed birds are ones which have been found dead. In Victorian times I think they were trapped for the purpose - gruesome and one of the reasons why so many of these beautiful species began to get less and less.