One of my sisters had an owl just like this one forever when we were little. Owlie. Very special. My other sister found this exact replica years later and thoughtfully bought it, I think just before Owlie was about to travel overseas on an adventure possibly likely to spell the end of his stuffing at the bottom of a backpack.
I'm not sure, but I think the original Owlie did the travelling anyway.
And this one stayed behind to be loved up by nieces of the future.
(Pics taken on my iPhone. Adam had the camera out the back of the hill, as you know.)