The Owl of Doom

Every morning for the last five days, I've been woken by an owl hooting somewhere in the garden. As I've never heard an owl hooting anywhere in the garden before, I'm taking this to be some sort of sign. So, in honour of recent world events, I've decided to give my owl a name: either Saddam Hootsein, Co-lin Owl or Tawny Blair.

By Richard Carter

A fat, bearded chap with a Charles Darwin fixation.

One comment

  1. Once, while patrolling the grounds of the special school where I worked as night care staff, I was dive-bombed by a screech owl.
    A sphincter loosening experience to top them all!

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