a bunch of hoots

The previous owners of our first house,

had an owl collection

tucked away in the attic.

It was an interesting bunch of owls that we came across...

hand carved owls,

an owl candle, glass owls, white ceramic owls

with red eyes, all sorts of owl knick knacks.

I considered keeping the set,

but in its entirety it was about 20-25 pieces,

and to put it frank--

some of them scared me

and/or

were a far stretch

in resembling an owl.

However, I believe I ended up keeping 6-8 of them.

If I can locate them in my garage would you like to see

this fine collection?

I'll consider searching.

These owls here,

are my type of owls.

this owl is inspiration.

he welcomes life

in a soar with wide-open wings,

breathing and hooting

ditties of rhythm to what would otherwise be

redundant, dreary-old owl tales.

his sound enlivens the soul;

while

his presence radiates infectious warmth

during long fall nights.

this owl is wise,

cautious and methodical.

he embraces truth where others slander,

and feels the aching pains and triumphs of tomorrow.

he's a philosopher,

an author of his life;

inviting others to see for themselves.

"think," he encourages.

"think," and

"find your own truth."

he may be smaller than the others, but

 this owl is destined to lead.

he strives for the unthinkable,

believing in the

treasure that lie ahead.

Others heed his message;

he's of noble and true character.

Eventually, after many moons,

his wingspan will surpass his

companions,

and they'll look to him to do it all--

inspire.

lead.

and give

wisdom.

These treasures are for the wise.

You are wise.

They'll be in the shop at 9am tomorrow!
UPDATE: they are in the shop
and one of them is featured here!

Unfortunately, the big news will have to wait until tomorrow, too.