My darling named the owl Wol. He came back again this morning- deeply to Chipper's dismay. Nevertheless the owl has had lucky finds of many voles and took rest within the rafters of our steam house. He's quite an adorable fluffy little thing. Confident and unafraid of humans. I suppose the tiny Eskimo hunter children haven't noticed him yet. If not, like Chipper, he would quickly learn who to trust and who not to. It's a pleasure to see him again though. I wonder if he will become a regular visitor. I still dearly hope he will.
