Spring has sprung The grass is riz I wonder where the owls is? Forget it. I found them.  They’re on my roof.  All night.  Every night.  Hoot, hoot, hooting to eachother.  All spring.  And did I mention that part about all night?  Oh, yeah, I did, didn’t I?  But what about that part about all … Continue reading Owl be seeing you in all the old familiar places