He's back.

'Thomas, come here,' K whispered to me as I came up the stairs to help get Sefton ready for bed. She had seen our owl friend fly over and land on the tree outside our bedroom.

 He's been here before. We've also heard him more times than we've seen him. On this occasion, I fired off a few frames. At one point he turned and looked at me.

After fiddling some with my camera, I looked through the viewfinder again to get another shot. As silently as he had arrived, he was gone.

Thanks for stopping by, bud. We'll keep our eyes and ears peeled for you again.