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A CLASSIC OF WILDLIFE WRITING THE FIELD

Listed as one of its five best nature books - 2010 Country Life

When Jonathan Franklin takes two baby tawny owls back to Eton, he has no idea how chaotic the following months will be. The birds show no respect for Etonian routine and tradition. They trash his room and rule his daily life, and are known throughout the school as Dum and Dee

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Although a keen naturalist, Jonathan struggles to understand his charges and to find the right food for them; at first meat and feathers, soon mice and rats. Even so, they nearly die of malnutrition on two occasions. Frantic, he searches for natural food. How to keep them alive is a constant worry. He watches them grow from ugly balls of fluff into beautiful adults, every change of plumage and behaviour noted. They play truant, they shock others, and lead Jonathan into hilarious adventures. They charm his housemaster and everybody who meets them. Best of all is seeing them flying about over those famous playing fields.

All the time, Jonathan works to train them for eventual return to the wild. Will that be possible? He is never sure whether he will succeed.

Now updated by the author to tell the end of this extraordinary story, Two Owls at Eton very British, very witty, yet always close to the rawness of the natural world is a story to delight everyone whether they ever trod those playing fi elds, or have never wished to set eyes on the place.

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This second edition is for Annabel Contents - photo 1

This second edition is for Annabel

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The photographs in this book have been taken by the author and countless other - photo 3
The photographs in this book have been taken by the author and countless other - photo 4
The photographs in this book have been taken by the author and countless other - photo 5

The photographs in this book have been taken by the author and countless other amateur photographers, but those on pages, 105, 107, 109, 111, 114, 117 [plates pages 5 lower, 6 lower left, 8 lower] by Lieutenant-Colonel Manning, of Yoxford, Suffolk.

The drawings are by my fellow-Etonian and friend, Simon Radcliffe.

If I thanked all who I should it would take many pages, but I am extremely grateful to my House Master, Mr Hill, for all his support; also to Tim Curtis, a friend of mine, who helped me seek out many schoolboy mistakes. Finally, I cannot thank my father enough, without whose encouragement and final correcting I would not have written this story.

In the first place I must thank Toby Buchan of John Blake Publishing for - photo 6

In the first place, I must thank Toby Buchan of John Blake Publishing for proposing this second edition and seeing it through; also Jackie Tarrant-Barton of the Old Etonian Association for tracking me down.

I am also extremely grateful to my agent, Jemima Hunt of the Writers Practice, for her wise counsel.

W hen I was ten I could tell you the wingspan and the colour of the eggs of - photo 7
W hen I was ten I could tell you the wingspan and the colour of the eggs of - photo 8

W hen I was ten, I could tell you the wingspan and the colour of the eggs of every bird in The Observers Book of British Birds. I would wander up and down Suffolk hedgerows collecting birds eggs (today quite rightly that is illegal); only one from a nest was the rule. I would blow the yolk and white out and fry them up with fresh eel that Id caught in a tidal pond beside the River Deben. Scrumptious.

I thought of myself as a budding ornithologist and leapt at the chance to look after a wounded bird or an abandoned fledgling. My first effort was to make a splint for the broken wing of a black-headed gull that I found in Kensington Gardens. I had to force feed it, but it died within three days. I knew I had to improve my technique.

By the time the heroes of this book, Dee and Dum, arrived at Eton, I had nursed a thrush, a jackdaw and a pigeon, and kept a baby rabbit, brought in by our cat, in my bed while I was recovering from flu.

But it was owls that fascinated and especially tawnies: the silent flight, the sharp, mysterious hooting, the soft brown plumage and the extraordinary swivel-like turning of the head. Examining a dead tawny, I was intrigued by the size of the eyes and the long semicircle of a hidden ear on each side of the flat round head. An ornithologist friend of mine told me that the eye socket of an owl takes up more than 60 per cent of its skull whereas ours takes up a mere 5 per cent, and that the design of a stealth bombers wings owes much to detailed appreciation of owls wings.

Dee and Dum, lucky to be alive, arrived at Eton in a simple cage and were adored by everyone who met them. I was sixteen. We grew up together in that summer of 1959.

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I went to Eton because my father played cricket with my House Master and my mother knew several mothers of Etonians. In those days Eton was not the target of constant, global media attention but rather the object of mild curiosity; calling a term a Half, wearing formal School Dress in remembrance of George III and playing games like the Field and Wall games that no other school played. I arrived in my tails and white tie at just thirteen and, I admit, scared stiff. Discipline was rumoured to be fierce: Beating, Swiping, Tanning lay in the shadows ready to jump out. I felt utterly insignificant, surrounded by tall, elegant buildings, their walls hung with ancient pictures and tapestries. For the first few days I walked, head down, as if along an endless passage hemmed in by high walls where I couldnt see over the top and where to go.

At the time, the press was full of news of distant wars; the Suez Crisis and the Hungarian Uprising. We heard that an old boy from our house had been killed in the Malayan Emergency. My peer group of boys came from varied backgrounds, and there were some whose fathers had been killed in the Second World War. There were masters who had served one had been a Lancaster bomber pilot, another a prisoner of the Japanese and because his neck was rather long we nicknamed him Rubber Neck as we imagined he had been stretched on a rack. We wondered whether wed be called up when we left school. Some rather relished the prospect of banging about with a .303. Fortunately, Elvis was rocking out Hound Dog and Blue Suede Shoes.

I would walk up Eton High Street with a friend on the way to Agars Plough to find a tree for Dee and Dum to clamber about in. No one thought it particularly strange that a boy should wander around school with a couple of owls on his shoulders. Duff Cooper once said that Eton allowed eccentricity and encouraged boys to follow their passions. How true.

I wrote this book at the suggestion of John Pudney of Putnams. He had read my article about the owls in the schools Natural History Society magazine. He asked for a couple of chapters. He liked them and there I was writing a book. My House Master, Bud Hill, let me write by candlelight after Lights Out for two nights a week; amazing for a House Master who confiscated our longed-for Valentine cards, and equally surprising that both he and my parents let me spend so much time on such an ex-curriculum activity in my A-level year. My indifferent results were probably due to the attention my feathered babies demanded as they scuffled around my room and teased at my pen with their talons, resulting in even more incomprehensible French than usual.

Apart from the absorbing interest in writing this book while still at school, I savoured my last year at Eton. School Library and College Library were magnets and I would admire the spines of rare books and occasionally dare to pull one out. In the evenings I would go to meetings of several of the school societies. There was a freedom to pursue your interest without influence or interference. Even so, every morning all Upper Boys had to assemble in that gem of European architecture, College Chapel, for the master in charge to make sure that no errant boy was larking about in London. The Precentor played Bach on the huge organ. Such is the strength of that organ that rumour has it that playing with all stops out helped to shake out the remaining shards of coloured glass from the stone window frames after a bomb had landed nearby during the war. I felt very very lucky.

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This book was published in November 1960. Five extracts were serialised in the London Evening Standard. But still I was amazed to see a huge coloured billboard showing Dee and Dum in full flight on the papers sales stand at the crossroads in the High Street.

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