I had originally planned to write a blog post today about a life affirming encounter I once had with an owl, when things started to get very weird. So weird, in fact, that I had to re-write what I had already drafted so far for this post.
I've been wondering what to write about for a few days now, and I finally had a moment of inspiration and decided on the story of my favourite owl encounter. At last... an idea! Woo hoo! (Did you notice how I cleverly injected an owl-like sound effect in there?)
|Well... did you? (Via)|
I was in for an even bigger surprise when I got home and settled in for a night of writing and Facebooking only to see this on a co-worker/fellow blogger's status update:
I haven't shared with you one important little detail. My precious owl had been sitting on top of a billboard.
AM I THE ONLY PERSON IN THE WORLD WHO DIDN'T KNOW FAKE OWLS ARE USED TO KEEP PIGEONS OFF OF BILLBOARDS?!!?
I had sat in my car in the middle of a busy parking lot and cried over a plastic owl?! I was mortified! If I could have tunnelled underground and disappeared, I would have in a heart beat.
Of course, I then started to overreact and I suddenly became paranoid that everyone in the parking lot knew what I had done, and so I started acting all weird, pretending I was looking in the air for jets passing overhead or a solar eclipse.
Once I was satisfied that no one was standing by waiting to mock me mercilessly, I zipped out of that parking lot as fast as I could, vowing to never again to be so naive! (Yeah... good luck. LOL)
And of course, I had a good laugh about it on my way back to work. :-)