Traveling With The Curmudgeon: The Owls Are Not What They Seem

I’ve been (mostly) off grid for a while. The blog is continuing on autopilot (didja’ miss me?) and occasional shitty wifi connections. The shitty wifi is associated with even shittier coffee. (For God’s sake, who decided to let Tim Horton’s south of the 49th parallel? Don’t we have enough problems of our own?)

Anyway I thought I’d share with you one of the risks an intrepid traveler faces. I recently stayed at a small delightful hotel (which I will not name because the owners are absolutely awesome and I don’t want to “dis” them). The rooms are fine but mine came with a nine foot owl. It was scary huge and there’s no way I should look at something like that before my morning coffee.*

Yes folks, that’s a nine foot owl with snowshoe arms. I kinda’ fell in love with the creation. Don’t screw with super owl!

Luggage added for scale.

All hail super owl, lord and master of the skies.


*For those of you not familiar with David Lynch, you don’t wanna’ know about his deal with owls. Thankfully I made peace with Super Owl and it didn’t get weird before I got my coffee and woke up.

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2 Responses to Traveling With The Curmudgeon: The Owls Are Not What They Seem

  1. Mark Matis says:

    Heh. They even got the eyeballs positioned to watch the bed!

  2. If the owl was licking a lollipop I would have run out screaming.

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