Small black fine line tattoo of an owl perched on a leafy branch, placed on the upper back beside the shoulder blade.

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Owl on a branch on the upper back

Fine line · Back · Black and grey · Photo

A small owl with large round eyes sits on a thin branch with several leaves and a small flower at the top of its head. The linework is clean and mostly uniform in black ink, with light shading on the owl's body and wings. The tattoo is centred on the upper back, with the edge of a dark patterned top visible at the left of the frame.

Fine line Botanical Back Owl Branch Leaves Flower

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Old Maud kept the ferry at Thornwick, and every night she lit one lamp in the window so the boatmen could find the landing. The river ran wide there, and in autumn the fog came off it like wet wool. One October a boy named Tobias came running down the bank with a lantern that had gone out, shouting that his brother had not come home from the upper weir.

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Maud took her pole and went out without a word. The fog was thick enough to hide her own hands, so she stopped looking and listened instead. From a willow on the far bank came a soft hoot, then another, slower, as though someone were counting. She followed the sound. On a low branch sat a small grey owl with a sprig of white flower caught in the feathers above its head, and beneath it a boy clung to a snag in the water, too cold to call out.

Maud steered the ferry under the willow. The owl did not stir until she had the boy by the wrist, and then it lifted off and flew ahead of them, always a little in front, back to the landing where the lamp was burning. Some said it was only a barn owl that hunted the reeds. Maud said it had watched her lamp every night for years and knew the way home as well as she did.

Each autumn after that, she left a dish of minnows on the willow's lowest branch. Nobody ever saw the owl eat them. The dish was always empty by morning, and the river stayed kind to Thornwick.