Barn-ay
Say hello to my little friend.
Ain't he a beaut? I can't believe the superness.
Me and owls go wayyy back- to the beginning of the year.
On a dark, dark night i had a dark, dark dream that I had a messenger owl.
He swooped in and I felt it. Hard. I mean to the point that I could feel the gush from his wings and the little weight of him on my arm. Prescious booshky. He had a little message for me in his beak and I'll be damned if I can remember what it said.
Drat.
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