The Rod Blog

13 August 2005

Poor Owl

This poor barn owl I found dying near my office last week. As it lay twitching in its death-throws I marvelled at its soft, downy feathers. I wasn't game to pick it up since I know they carry formidable armoury. Should have checked it for a band, but when I went back it’d gone.

Oh, and about the tooth. Yes, an item of national importance. The next day the temporary filling broke. Okay, no more tooth stories.


  • You and your tooth! Is this some kind of cry for attention?

    By Anonymous Anonymous, at 4:36 am  

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