Spring has sprung
\nThe grass is riz
\nI wonder where the owls is?<\/p>\n
Forget it. I found them.\u00a0 They\u2019re on my roof.\u00a0 All night.\u00a0 Every night.\u00a0 Hoot, hoot, hooting to eachother.\u00a0 All spring.\u00a0 And did I mention that part about all night?\u00a0 Oh, yeah, I did, didn\u2019t I?\u00a0 But what about that part about all spring?! That too??<\/p>\n
Seems like every spring in recent memory starts the same way. Twilight descends and I catch a glimpse of Mothman Prophesies flapping through my backyard.\u00a0 It also scares the crap outta the dog who\u2019s out for his last peep-peep, poop-poop before bed, so he has to spend the rest of his outdoors time hiding under the trampoline and barking in the direction of\u00a0the pinetree.<\/p>\n
And then it begins from our roof. Hoot, hoot, hoot!<\/em><\/p>\n Followed by another Hoot, hoohoot, hoot<\/em> from one house over.<\/p>\n Really? Sonny\u2019s been to cotillion and he knows how to make polite introductions.\u00a0 Could I just send him out, have you two owly-y types meet and then you can huddle up on the same roof and quiet down already?!<\/em><\/p>\n 1 a.m. Hoot, hoot, hoot!<\/em> Sometimes I mistake it for my children calling to me in the night, so I get up.<\/p>\n 2:45 a.m. Hoot, hoohoot, hoot!<\/em> Sometimes I think it\u2019s the dog whimpering loudly to go out, so then I get up.<\/p>\n 5:30 a.m. Hoot, hoot, hoot! <\/em> Sometimes I think it\u2019s just mean people in the street pretending to be owls way too early in the morning.\u00a0 But now it\u2019s time to get up, so then I get up.<\/p>\n Whereupon Hubby rolls over and mumbles, \u201cGuh. Did you hear the owls all night?\u201d<\/p>\n Oh?! Owls?\u00a0\u00a0Were those owls??\u00a0 Yep, I noticed that a little bit.<\/em><\/p>\n But because I\u2019m groggy and tired, yet intrepid and clever-\u2018til-the-end (not to mention a WINNER at this \u201c80\u2019s Song for Every Moment in Life\u201d game we play), I will now close my owl blog with some lyrics from a song titled \u201cWhere Do The Children Go\u201d from the 1985 album called Nervous Night<\/em> by\u2026wait for it\u2026the HOOTERS!<\/p>\n So frickin\u2019 clever, right? It\u2019s a gift really.\u00a0 Or maybe it\u2019s a curse.\u00a0 Either way, bug off so I can go take a nap.<\/em><\/p>\n Surrender into the night, Silently take my hand. Nobody knows what’s inside us, Nobody understands. Spring has sprung The grass is riz I wonder where the owls is? Forget it. I found them.\u00a0 They\u2019re on my roof.\u00a0 All night.\u00a0 Every night.\u00a0 Hoot, hoot, hooting to eachother.\u00a0 All spring.\u00a0 And did I mention that part about all night?\u00a0 Oh, yeah, I did, didn\u2019t I?\u00a0 But what about that part about all […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[1],"tags":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/newstayathomemom.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4434"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/newstayathomemom.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/newstayathomemom.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/newstayathomemom.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/newstayathomemom.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=4434"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/newstayathomemom.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4434\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":4438,"href":"https:\/\/newstayathomemom.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4434\/revisions\/4438"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/newstayathomemom.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=4434"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/newstayathomemom.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=4434"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/newstayathomemom.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=4434"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nThey handed us down a dream, To live in this lonely town. But nobody hears the music, Only the echo of a hollow sound\u2026
\nWhere do the children go? [Substitute \u2018owls\u2019 here for children, it\u2019s funnier.] Between the bright night and the darkest day?
\nWhere do the owls go? [See?\u00a0 Funnier.] And who’s that deadly piper who leads them away?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"