This carved barn owl sits in a nearby nature reserve in the depths of Bristol. Owls have always had a place in our folklore, gliding silently as they do and marrying grace with lethal speed and accuracy.

In this case, the pristine white baby shoe sitting beside the sculpture makes me think of foundlings and changelings, while raising lots of questions. Who does the shoe belong to? How did it get here?

Is it significant that the owl is wooden rather that a living feathered creature?

Depending on the direction you choose, the shoe also raises the question of whether the owl is friend or foe.

Can you turn this into a story?

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