“He respects owl, because you can’t help respecting anybody who can spell TUESDAY, even if he doesn’t spell it right.”
― A.A. Milne
I absolutely love Owls. My room is full of them – well, not real one obviously. Imagine the smell! But subtly placed owl things. A month or so ago, back when it was warm and sunny – my boyfriend and I went to the local Hawk Conservancy, I even did a blog post! It was there that he bought me four little owls – which have proven to be quiet photogenic!
When I was younger, much younger, I even went searching for owl pellets with my sister and father. To the less aware, owl pellets are basically owl poo. You can dissect them and find all the tiny bones of the animals they ate! Sounds quite joyous doesn’t it? Well it was intriguing to know and find out what they had eaten. That’s not where my love of owls came from though…
Do you recall the children’s book called Owl Babies? It’s the best book in the world. It’s about three little owls and my Mother used to read it with me all the time when I was younger, and then with my sister too.
Kathryn Dawson Photography 