Yesterday was my oldest son's 11th birthday, but alas, no owl arrived on our doorstep, through our window, or down our chimney. Yet this morning, as we were backing out of the garage to head off to our regular old private Christian Muggle school, a large owl swooped down from the roof of the house into the poplar right at the edge of the driveway. The zoom-challenged camera on my phone was unable to capture the wary looks exchanged between us and our visitor (which the boys thought was tremendously cool), but perhaps you can see our friend on the branch below to the left of the tree's trunk:
Aside from the excitement of a rare sighting of an owl in our yard during the daylight hours, sadly, no letter of invitation to the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry was delivered to our residence.
At which we could only say: "Diagon-it!"
1 comments:
You sound like a really fun dad. To know all about Harry Potter-dom and then seek those moments of unusual commonality on your son's birthday are things your sons will always remember.
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