Okay, I don’t really own a owl. I would love to have the space to have one, but life isn’t all peaches and cream and harry potter shit. I know this. Owl, or not, I like december in Missouri. It’s full of horrible cold winds and nasty salt n’ slush streets, and sometimes we get lucky and have snow instead of ice. This is all worth it though. It’s worth it to be walking through the park and feel utterly terrified as myself, and the dog, jump from the blood curdling screams of the great horned owl getting his funk on. This makes my December, and sometimes even January if they stick around to get a few more pumps in. That’s right, it’s nasty.