no more will I gaze upon this hand-stitched plumage ...

or see this charming face peeping out at me from all manner of places ...

gone is the guardian of books and children small ...

and so molly got one last hug, and was sent on her way, across the pond ...

then we were lucky enough to be given these - oh dear, those don't look very nice!

but these odd objects were in fact some owl pellets found in the wild, and contained delicate treasures ....

and then molly arrived at her new home, safe and sound, her new perch looks just right !