No matter where we live, my wife is almost immediately known in the neighborhood as the critter whisperer, or something like that. There's no way of knowing how the word gets out, but people just start showing up at the door, often people I don't even know. We've had cats, dogs, possums, squirrels, hens, roosters, an untold number of different birds---heavens, you name it. So, tonight, there was the knock at the door. When I opened the door, there was Crystal standing at the door clutching a jacket rolled into a knot. She and her family were getting out for a ride. They were suffering from blizzard imposed cabin fever, and just needed to get out of the house. They were a couple miles outside of town when something forcibly hit the side of their pickup. When they checked to see what had hit the truck, they saw this little owl lying in the road. It didn't look dead, but was unable to move.