My grandmother was three years old when her family got a visit from the local wildlife. An owl flew into the cabin that her father and mother built at the base of Lone Cone mountain in Norwood, Colorado. Grandma was one of twelve children. The youngest, I think.
Gran was a very shy girl, slow to speak, and always hiding when people came to call. She had a great affinity with animals though. Gran was very interested in the owl and got it to trust her. She soon had the owl on her shoulder, and it went everywhere with her. When she was four, someone with a camera came by and wanted to take a picture of her. She refused. Then they told her that they would like a picture of her owl. The owl wouldn't come off of her, so she had to let the person take a picture of her owl, with her in it.
Here is the picture they took. For the owl, of course. :P