A hoot of a Harry Potter experience

WHEN I picture an owl, I imagine a fluffy nocturnal bird with large inquisitive eyes, hooting away on a large tree somewhere. You could imagine my surprise to see an owl on my driveway as I returned home last week.

Excitement filled me. I have never been up close and personal with an owl before. Plus, I grew up with Harry Potter books, where owls were companion animals that also delivered everything – letters, parcels and even broomsticks.