Black and grey tattoo of a wide-eyed owl perched on a branch, in traditional style with dotwork shading, on a forearm.

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Owl perched on a branch on a forearm

Traditional · Forearm · Black and grey · Photo

A black and grey tattoo of a large-eyed owl sits on a branch, shown in a front-facing pose with its wings tucked at its sides. The feathers are built up with fine dots and short strokes, and the eyes are rendered with strong outlines and pale highlights. The tattoo fills most of the frame against a plain arm, with a chair and a blurred background at the edges.

Traditional Dotwork Forearm Owl Branch Feather Eye Bird

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The ewe had been down in the drift since before light, and by the time you reached the top field your breath had frozen into your scarf and stayed there. Your father's lamp still burned in the barn behind you. Ahead, on the dead ash that leaned over the gate, something round and grey was watching you without moving its head.

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You knew that stare. Mrs Hollis from the far farm had told you the owl was her husband's grandmother come back to count the sheep, and you had laughed at her then. Now you stood with the feed bucket cooling against your leg and found you were counting too: one lamb, two, and the stubborn third ewe still missing. The owl turned its whole face toward the hollow below the wall, eyes wide as saucers, and then it dropped from the branch without a sound.

You followed it down the slope through the crust of snow. Under the hawthorn the third ewe lay on her side, a steaming hollow beside her where a lamb had already come, small and slick and not yet breathing. You knelt and rubbed it with a fistful of straw the way your father had taught you, and the owl settled on the wall above you as if it had only come to see the job done properly.

By morning the ewe was on her feet and the lamb was butting at her flank. Your father asked who had seen to it. You said the owl, and he nodded as though that was the answer he had expected, then set the kettle on the range.