This little owlette sits on top of my piano. (NO! I am not over the bird thing, thank you very much.) It sat in the same place for a long, long time. One day while undusting (a rare occurrence), I moved her over to the other side of the piano. For some weird kid reason, FinnigantheCurious thought the owl had moved by itself. He had two friends over at the time and he convinced them (he is very convincing) that this was truth. It caused quite a ruckus and commotion, needless to say. Now, being a mama who believes in the keeping the magic alive as long as possible (and, oh, it is so very fleeting around here these days), I could not bring myself to pipe in and say that I had simply moved her for cleaning. So I didn't. And I never will.
So now there is great owl lore around Finnigan and his friends. We have a haunted (but friendly) owl! Periodically I move the owl and the kids just go insane. I really think they believe that the owl is moving herself. I love this. I couldn't have planned it, it just came to be straight out of the delicious mind of a child.
I wonder if they'll ever think of it when they are grown and gone? That The Holts had a haunted owl that moved itself! I hope so. I hope they all think back on this house and know that magic was alive and well.
Hoo! Hoo! and a Happy Monday to yoo!