Sally lives next to the park in a house surrounded by enormous old trees - gnarled and with hollows in the trunks where owls live. One day, out walking, she finds what looks like a scruffy old ball on the path. Picking it up just seconds before a big dog snatches it away she realises that it’s not an old ball after all but on owl chick fallen from a nest high up in the tree above her head. What should she do? How can she save the owl? And what will Daddy say when he comes home to find an owl in the kitchen, sitting on the kettle?