If you’re walking by the bushes at the end of the lane you may hear a little quack as the sun begins to wane. You may look for the water where the ducks might be, but there’s no-one in sight just the rustling of the leaves. Would you believe the quack that you heard was the sound of an owl, a sad little bird. “A quacking owl?” I hear you exclaim, “Well that’s just silly, this must be a game” “Owls don’t quack, it’s well known and true, they have two big eyes and they say, “Twit Twoo!” Well Oscar is his name and it’s really quite sad, “Quack” is all he can say ever since he was a lad. People came from miles around just to see the quacking owl, to laugh and poke fun at him until he flew off with a scowl. Poor little Oscar was so sad that he hid high up the trees, his quacks could still be heard but he was nowhere to be seen. “Whoever wants an owl that can't twit-twoo?” he thought to himself with a tearful boo-hoo. He hid up in his tree and just wouldn't come out, no matter what they did or how loud they’d shout. The days became weeks and still there was no sight of our poor little Oscar and his terrible plight. But then one bright day on the west wind arrived another little owl whose name was Clive. He landed on the branch and he started to quack, well Oscar was so happy that his wings flap-flapped. They were friends from the start and Oscar was so pleased, that they both came out to play lower down in the trees. It was the sweetest sight that you ever could see, two quacking owls who were happy as could be! * Written by Darren Scanlon, 15th April 2014. Revised8th September 2015. Artwork by Angie Caira. ©2015 Darren Scanlon. All rights reserved.