Transcript of recording made by subject Q-143 follows:

So the first time I did it? You want to know about that?

He was a middle aged owl. I still can't think about owls without getting all uncomfortable. Where is he now? Well...I think I know. I'm not positive, but I think I know who would know for sure.

I'd put myself out there for someone like him to find. He was like a dream come true: so sure of himself, not arrogant but very clearly "on the inside", you know what I mean? Maybe you don't. This was during the summer, and I had slept all day at a library since I'd been forced out of home earlier in the year, and you know how hot it gets.

But the library was closed for the night so I tried a few clubs, to see if I could scam my way past the bouncers. That's not so hard to find when you're young and you know the right kinds of clubs.

That night it turned out to be a bar where a lot of owls went, and some bats, but not many other birds. Of course, you know I wouldn't fit in too many places that had species requirements, and I wasn't old enough to be there, but those kinds of bars do like letting in unusual targets. Predators gotta get a hunt in somehow, don't they? It sounds weird to hear someone like me saying this, I'm sure, but I'm not really one of them deep down, and...oh, I guess I am partly like them, aren't I? Really deep down, I guess I am...

Anyway, he was a regular there from what I could tell. He gave me a slow look starting at my head, down to my feet, and then back up. I later found out his name: Javier. He wandered off to talk to others he knew, and I forgot about him because I started talking to this little burrow owl I'd met before who let someone else I know crash with him sometimes.

"So you're new," Javier said as he came up to the table where I'd been pleading my case.

"This is Javier, and I think he can help you," said the burrow owl. "In fact, I'm POSITIVE he'll want to." He wandered off.

"Help you what? What'd I get myself into, here?" He leaned on the table and turned his head slowly until he.you know how they can do that, with their heads? He was looking at me sideways, but still standing up. I should have took off then and there.

"Well, I'm kinda...I'm on the street." Better to get it out in the open.

"I thought you looked pretty rough around the edges, kid. You just need a place to perch for a while, finish fledging?" He reached over and nudged my comb. "You're still a youngster!"

That was the first time I sort of felt a big warning sign...it was like a flash, behind him. It's like there was someone else there, somehow with us. But then the sensation faded. And honesty, Javier was fun to look at. I don't really indulge in that sort of thing anymore, at least not without knowing there's got to be protection close at hand.

But one thing led to another, and we went up on the roof. Most places that cater to birds have VIP sections there. I mentioned Javier was part of the in crowd, didn't I? He had no problems getting us up, and we went someplace private with a view of the city, a padded bench and an end table giving us a place to sit and enjoy that view along with drinks, compliments of my prospective protector.

"I'm a big queen," he told me. "Maybe sometime soon I'll get under that tail of yours, and check out your scaly butt...but tonight I've really got an urge to get pounded good by a nice young fellow like you!" He pulled down his pants and stood for me, spreading his wings out.

He looked great. This was so long ago, now I'm probably about the age he was then. I can say I wouldn't look as good as he did, doing that! I was pretty eager to get going, and undressed myself to show this to him. I kept telling myself that if he liked it, it would mean a roof over my head. And of course I was going to enjoy it no matter what came afterward. Thinking with the wrong head, a classic mistake.

He got on all fours and shook his tail feathers at me. I got onto his back, pushing against him to just tease him. "You're going to need some lube," he chuckled. "There's a little drawer in the table there with some in it. Some condoms too, if you'd prefer them! I know I wouldn't."

I didn't bother with the condoms...knowing what I know now, maybe I should have, but that ended up not mattering at all...anyway, things were going good, and then it happened.

I should have just kept quiet and not tried to talk. "The only problem with this is I can't see you, Javier. I can't see your face."

And he did that thing that owls do, a sudden twist of his neck, and he looked me right in the eyes.

It startled me, and again I felt as if someone else was there and that flash returned. His expression didn't change but his eyes did..it was like he saw that other presence over my shoulder and was startled too, but he didn't move, he didn't cry out at all. There was a slow breath, and I realized I was shaking and my beak was open and I was drooling like an idiot, a naked idiot having a panic attack on the roof of a bar. Javier wasn't moving at all. Javier was a rock.

That was the first time, and owls still make me nervous. I think he was up there on that roof for a long time, but then some organization took him away, and that's the last I heard of it.

Addendum:

Exhibit XH-213
A life-size statue of an owl (likely sub type: great horned), male, approximate middle age, unclothed, on all fours. Head is turned around, facing over the right shoulder. Posture and sculpting of tail feathers implies supporting another individual leaning against the rear, though many features have broken off or worn off due to age and mishandling before collection (this damage has prevented a certain match of species and possible further identification).

Material seems to be stone but has defied simple classification.

Readings from thought sensitives are ambiguous. Further probes recommended.

Readings from temporal sensitives indicate origination very likely falls into category S.