April 18, 2004
Furby on the back porch.
Trevor came into the house, eyes wide.
"Dad, there's a little furry animal on the back steps!"
Sure enough, peering down off the back porch, there was a little bit of furball visible on the fourth step down. I leaned way over to get a better look and a brown eye blinked at me. I swear, this thing looked like a tribble or real life Furby. It was a small baby owl, looking drowsy and bored on this fine, sunny day.
It blends very well with the color and pattern on the back steps, I suspect he found it a good spot for a little camoflage. A few minutes later, he had flown away.