In case it was not obvious … I like owls. A lot. Where did this obsession come from? At some point in middle school I worked as a junior zookeeper at the local zoo/park. Birds of prey were my absolute favorite thing there.
I still remember the great horned owl there named Tiger. He was hit by a semi truck and lost a wing. No chance of ever being released. He loved rubs and purred when you were affectionate with him. I didnt really become obsessed with owls until I was older though.
I’m sure there’s some reason. ADHD hyper fixation? Comfort and coping from trauma? Whatever the reason, I’ve been collecting owl paraphernalia for awhile now.
This isn’t my entire collection, just the small figures I keep close by. I will take photos of my other pieces later. I don’t know why, but holding and organizing the collection today was soothing. Hope you like my hoots. Thanks for reading.
Today’s post was written on my phone. I hope it turned out okay.