You may recall I have this habit of picking up disgusting lost socks and making them into birds.
And how the other day, I found a shredded sock in a puddle of oil in a parking lot.
And made the three-eyed raven:
I also found a little pink baby sock around the same time as I was walking the dog in my neighborhood.
I cleaned it an made a mini sock owl, which I left in the tree by the spot I found the sock.