The snow slowly fell to the ground, and was thick as a blanket. As Roy and his father strolled along their neighbourhood, they heard the crunch crunch of the snow beneath their heavy boots. They talked about the burrowing owl whilst watching their breathe form a puff of misty air. The icy air on their cheeks reminded them not to stay out too long. Roy imagined the steaming cup of rich, sweet, hot chocolate his mother would make when they got home. He smacked his lips just thinking about it. They both heard a hoot hoot hoot in the distance. Roy wondered if the owls were safe.