PHOTO
I read this book when I was little. It’s about a Canadian family that takes in some owls. Catastrophe and hilarity ensue. I wouldn’t be surprised if Owls in the Family is still on the bookcase in the guest bedroom at my grandparents’ house. They hold onto that sort of stuff.
My grandma’s collection of owls is prolific. I’ll take some photos the next time I’m in Portland to visit, once she finishes up with college. My grandma rocks.
