Let's see, that would have been when I was working with a wildlife educational program. We had a booth at a public fair or some such, and in the booth we had several previously-injured, but unreleasable, birds of prey on display.

One of the patrons at the fair walked up to the booth, stared very intently at the screech owl. Then she turned to us and asked "Does that owl have, like, *feathers*?"

I had to run behind the scenes to avoid laughing in her face.

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