My mom's owls.
When I was little they "lived" on a shelf in our living room, high up so grubby and clumsy child-hands could not reach them. It was high honor indeed to be given them to play a bit with - always under supervision.
I did not see them for a while, but they later turned up in my mother's room, next to a photo of me in my weddingdress.
Well, and here they are now, enjoying a bit of sunshine before being packed away in a crate to travel to Italy, to my cousin.