Tuesday, 4 December 2012

Hi Mes Amis

Me again, not the usual bubbly warm owl you know and love but a freezing one.

I nearly fell off my perch (in more senses than one) yesterday.  The icy wind was blowing that
strongly it left me with ice on my beak and that is NOT nice, believe me.

The squirrels are like whirling dervishes at the moment getting their last nuts in before everything ices over.  I`m going to have to start eating nuts shortly as my little friends are not coming out of their hideaways,  its too cold, so when they do they`ll be all skin and bone.

Don`t be like that  -  an owl has to eat as well you know.

I remember something of a poem that my grandma used to tell me.  Something about a robin who
was freezing.  I can`t remember the start but it finished with

HE SITS IN THE BARN
TO KEEP HISSEL WARM  (Lancashire Accent)
AND TUCKS HIS HEAD UNDER HIS WING
POOR THING !

I don`t know if she made that up or not but a Poet Lauriet she was not (Did I spell Lauriet right?)

I flew over the last vide grenier of the year on Sunday.  It was that cold the rain turned to ice so
didn`t stay long.  Didn`t buy anything either.  Will stay in the warm brocantes until spring.

I love all you friends and customers, but there is a limit isn`t there?

I`ll go now - no pictures really to show you except maybe for the Eiffel Tower being struck by
lightening - do you want to see it?  o.k. then


Have a lovely week everyone - speak to you soon.

With love

Ollie xxxxxxxxxxx





















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