Yesterday, for the first time ever. A great feeling. I was just standing there, smiling, like bewitched. Chico, the owl, must have thought I am a bit crazy. His feathers were soft and he kept looking around, curiously, peacefully. I so wanted to take him home.
The caretaker spotted my owl bag and I showed her my tattoo. Everything seemed a lot clearer.
And I was thinking… this experience deserves a place in my owl collection, right?