Wesley, the Owl

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Meet, Wesley -- the barn owl.




How cute is this little guy?

Since it seems that people are blogging about pets, tonight, I thought I might as well link to Pete's latest story about a pet -- Wesley, the Owl.

Wesley has to be (other than my kids) maybe the cutest thing I've ever seen or read about.


Thursday, October 16, 2008
A lifetime spent as an owl's best friend

By PETER LARSEN
THE ORANGE COUNTY REGISTER

Stacey O'Brien pressed her cheek to her baby and whispered into his asymmetrically placed ears: "I am your mother now."
A few days later, her boy – Wesley, because it sounded sweet and sophisticated, Valentine, because he arrived on that day – opened his eyes for the first time.
"Hello, Wesley," O'Brien said to his soulful eyes.
"Screeeeech," Wesley replied.
And then off to the freezer she ran to fetch a few mice slices for his next meal...

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