THERE’S A WINGED creature in my freshly brewed cup of homemade chai.
That’s what I get for sticking it under the lamp on my desk, and then wandering outside to rake some leaves by moonlight, scrub a dog, throw some rocks, and stare at the Bubo virginianus in one of the pines.
Someone must have known a certain spunky redhead would someday discover the latin name for Great Horned Owl, and decided to throw everything they had it when they came up with that name. It’s seriously awesome.
Anywhoooo, I thought I’d go ahead and address some of the usual paramour expected of a website: Where are the comments? Do you accept sponsored content? Who are you, really? You’ll also find some odds and ends tossed in for good measure.
And in true moose fashion, I’ve squished an extended version into an essay for you called “Bend over and show me your moon”. When my mom saw the name of that essay, she emailed me and said, “Oh, Carla. That’s yucky.”
Yep, mama murders people for a living, but she’s never too far from a bar of soap.
Coming soon, I promise! :o)