A view from outside, a pale spotted golden owl approached the courtyard. It was calm and gentle till it screeched like a banshee, warning the presence of a white lady, the pale ghost haunting Bloodham, whom I saw before my slumber. She was dressed mostly in white as her dark curled hair flowed along the wind, addressing unfortunate omens of the large manor before she disappeared as she strolled away from my sight. Upon my curiosity, I finished breakfast as I searched further for other ghosts, no whither to be seen but heard somewhither else.
- Viscount Mousehole describing a barn owl and his second ghost encounter in the 15th of July 1809
