“………..Ah, bitter chill it was!
The owl for all his feathers, was a-cold”
The owl shuffled, shivered and fluffed in his nest
At the bottom of the tree he heard the postman. Swooping down he collected a letter and opening it he read “Dear Strix, due to commitments elsewhere, fordward has had to be backward in coming forward. Please can you help? Yours, crofter & Gen2”