Molly the owl and Alf
Last night, a few thousand of us were watching Molly and her hatchlings. Her bedding material is entirely pellets--that is, coughed up rodent fur and bones.


A poem to accompany the Mouse Escape video:
The mouse was live when it arrived, and Molly planned to eat.
She'd held it in her beak a while and stretched her pointy feet.
The mouse got loose and slipped behind the chicks that we adore.
While Molly looked down to the right, the mouse ran out the door.
A poem about CBS' Molly interview error:
Six hours' recording a few days ago
(and all for three minutes in CBS' show!).
Molly fans watched and are now calling 'foul':
the idiot editors showed the wrong owl!
A poem about the egg sitting in the corner, and that's just about all we could see with the new camera angle:
We had high hopes we'd someday see a lovely little owlet;
instead, our Dudley rules the roost as Honorary Pellet.
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