Just in time for the boys’ birthday party on March 17th, we declared the barn “done enough.” The upstairs is finished… if you don’t count the fact that we’re still waiting for the bathroom mirror and we need to install the barn door handle. But there are real beds and lights, a little stool I bought in Cabo and three plants. The definition of done, right?
The funny thing is that leading-up to that weekend, I found myself making several trips back and forth from the house to the barn, at night, carrying towels and sheets and other houseguest basics. I’ve noticed a strange screeching noise swooping past the house.
Over the weeks, I’ve done my research and we’ve had some clear sightings and pictures of the inhabitants of the owl box we installed last summer as a birthday present for James. A wise, rugged gentleman named Walt put the box up just behind the barn, overlooking the chicken château.
Ironically, we either have a pair of barn owls… or a velociraptor.