Two Owls at Eton - A True Story. Jonathan Franklin

the awful twanging started again. For the next hour I shouted abuse at them at regular intervals and came to the conclusion that my owls were musical.

      When finally sleep came, I was so content to have my owls at last with me that I gave no thought to the difficulties and also the great hilarities that would arise in my efforts to keep them alive over the following few weeks.