In addition to a big bench vice and some other tools, my 98 year old Grandpa wanted me to have a sizable chunk of his collection of owls.
He's got them in all shapes, sizes and styles. Some of them are really nice, some of them... Not so much. But he cares about them, so I care about them.
I'm still sorting out a place to display them all, but here's a photo of one of them. It's a metal lantern, you can put a candle in it. I've named him Moloch.
