Writing with Owls

Never in my life had I though we’d live with an owl. But here I am, working on my next book, with Peppa our rescue barn owl snoozing on my old loom behind me.

It all began on July 1, when we joined the local wildlife guy to ring the barn owls in the church tower nearby. One of the owlets was tiny. It’s normal for barn owlets to differ in size, because they hatch approximately 48 hours apart.

But the tiny one was clearly malnourished. At 3 weeks of age, it should have weighed more than 200 grams, but was less than a third of that. We decided to take her home with us, fatten her up for a week, and then put her back to her siblings.

As Peppa (we named her Pepparkaka, Swedish for gingerbread cookie) very slowly gained weight, the young kestrels living right next to the barn owlets died one after the other from trichomoniasis. Soon, Peppa showed first signs of this highly infectious disease. We started treating her asap, but that also meant she couldn’t go back to her siblings for another week.

She responded well to the medication, but didn’t grow as fast as we’d hoped. There’s only so much food fitting into a small owlet’s stomach. Meanwhile, the wildlife guy was looking for barn owl nests with owlets of Peppa’s size, but unfortunately found none. She was the tiniest barn owlet in the area.

So Peppa had to stay. That’s when we got worried about human imprinting. Would wild barn owls accept her? Would her own family chase her away when she started flying? Would she even know that she’s a barn owl?

Peppa grew and began to look more like an owl and less like a hairy troll.  She had free access to our house and the outside at all times, and she spent her nights watching her barn owl family from the open bedroom window. She ate LOADS (where the hell did she put all that?) and, to our amazement, she loved cuddles. Although barn owlets enjoy physical contact 24/7, and often engage in mutual preening, it was fascinating and heart-warming to see that she bestowed all that affection on her human family.

As owl parents, we learned a lot (for example that owls love to bathe), had only one disagreement with our owl child (whether or not dead mice should be stored under our bed), wiped away lots of poop, and collected countless pellets. We enjoyed every minute of it.

When Peppa stayed away the first night, we could barely sleep. We were so proud of her when she returned the next morning, exhausted and happy. One of her siblings even flew through our bedroom window to nip Peppa’s beak. Even though she was still 2 weeks behind the other owlets, contact with her family was established and she started flying with them.

One morning, Peppa did not return. We knew this had to happen at some point, but she wasn’t able to hunt yet. Worried and heartbroken, we searched the garden and the house for more than an hour, because we didn’t know if she was all right. But when we looked up at the barn owl nest in the church tower, we saw Peppa bobbing her head and wondering what the fuss was all about. Although her family fully accepting her meant a successful owl rehabilitation, it was sad to say goodbye.

Without Peppa, our house felt empty and quiet.

Fotos above: Magnus Wendeberg; snapshots below: author.

But yesterday at 5am this crazy lovely owl returns, totally excited to see us!


She ate and spent the day snoozing on my old loom – her favourite perch, then flew off again at nightfall.

Thanks to Peppa, we’re now a patchwork family of owls and humans. We don’t know how long she will keep visiting, but we treasure every moment with this affectionate and intelligent bird.

Barn owls can get over twenty years old in captivity. In the wild, they often make it to only two years of age. Humans are their most frequent cause of death: they starve because of manicured landscapes, are hit by cars, or drown in rain water barrels and swimming pools. To learn how to help wild barn owls, click here.

Huntress training
The day Peppa discovered the co-pirate seat.
Blog Comments

Members of Southwest U. S. indigenous tribes believe owls are messengers from the dead. You are privileged to have your Peppa.

Greetings and God Jul! Your email was a welcomed respite from cookie baking and wrapping presents. I subscribe to KU and was happy to find Vow in the Kindle Store. I have the first three books in the series; is the fourth the last?

The story of your adopting Peppa was heartwarming. We do not have a barn, but my Mor loved anything and everything to do with owls. She painted an owl stone for me. I put it on a wooden plaque my husband made for me and keep it near my computer so I can enjoy it. Mine is a sweet memory, while what you did for Peppa was generous and greathearted.

P.S. I do not bake pepparkakor since mine never turn out as good as my Mor’s. I buy Anna’s Ginger Thins which are pretty good. Have a blessed Christmas.

Merry Christmas to you too, Karen!
Vow is the second to last book in the 1/2986 series.

PS: Luckily, I married a Swede who bakes ppepparkakor for us 🙂

Thank you so much for sharing this beautiful owl with us. Thank you and your family for the love you gave this amazing bird.

That’s so cool Annelie!! She is so beautiful! I hope she continues to visit you regularly. I love your life and your dedication to your animals!! Almost as much as I love your writing!!

Thank you, Linda!
Peppa returned this morning at 5am after staying away for two nights in a row. The way she expresses her joy seeing us is…I don’t habe the words. It makes the whole family glow with happiness.
She stayed the day, and is ready to fly off again now that’s getting dark. This owl is the best thing that happened to us this summer 🙂

I love it! My father rescued a very young Screech Owl many, many years ago when I was a child. It too had free rein of our house until it was grown. Once it was flying, we never had bugs of any kind in the house. This brings back many wonderful memories from my childhood!! I would love to be a Raptor rehabilitator!

Raptor rehab is fascinating! There’s so much to learn from those birds. But it can be saddening, too. Many of the raptors hit by a car don’t survive their injuries.

What a touching story and experience! We have barred owls behind our house in woods hooting at dawn and dusk. Love to hear them.
Enjoy your blogs and definitely your books

Thanks, Linda! Barred owls are so cool! I love it when the owlets all sit on a branch and bob there heads, trying to figure me out. And they look like they’re about to fall off (heads and/or owls)

Absolutely beautiful birds. I have a nest box in the forest behind my house and have been buzzed a couple of times by Barn Owls just at dusk. Glad she has been back to see you. Hope all is well.

They are! But they noises they make need some getting used to 🙂

Great story! You are indeed lucky to have experienced that. Maybe you could weave Peppa into a future book?

Yep, she’ll appear in my upcoming dark fantasy trilogy Time Bender. Because a witch needs an owl 🙂

Lovely tale Annelie, you’re so lucky and the pictures are beautiful! Thanks for sharing this

Thank you, Pete 🙂

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