Between dreams and nostalgia the days passed. I was recovering and food din´t lack.
One morning men came, they put me in a cardboard box. Oh my God!! I turned to fear again!! What will happen to me? I thought.
They took me to one of these cold tables again. I was weighed, measured, putted a ring on my leg, and I don´t know why, someone kissed my.
Back in the box, I felt be moving because I felt movement. I arrived to a school with posters of animals, pictures of owls like me and works about wildlife that I know!! On the roof of the school there was a huge wooden crate that was outdoors. They left me there.
Night came and again I heard these wonderful familiar sounds. Sounds of the night, wildlife, micromammals, fresh breeze… even I could hear the language of partners!!! was I at home???? It can not be possible!! Am I living a dream? Will It be real?
My predatory instincts told me that I was back in my home!!