Where did November come from?

I've been flying around the place for a while now and when I came back, it was November. Rabaskah Boo keeps telling me it's because I must have fallen aslip somewhere but that's just not true. She's binn teaching me speeling and English as mine apparantly was atrsuss but she's ok at it I guess.

So people, please tell me where November came from because I lost track of October, September, and all the months inbitween.

~ Otis Burble

The secret of time keeping ...

... Is definitely colour coding. Colour code your diary, your time schedule plan, your Bible, the books you read, things you find hard to remember, everything. Here's why.

Having conducted a study on the Functioning and Anatomical Structure of the owl brain based on the Case Study of Otis Burble, and the Interaction of daily input and Electrochemical Stimulation of Temporal Neurones, I found that the difference between giving Otis Burble things to remember that were colour coded produced significantly more correct answers than when I gave him things to remember without any colour coding at all. In addition, the inclusion of chocolate was phenomenal! He has since learnt the ancient art of bat communicating, as well as manners, and is now learning how to woo cars from parking in stupid places like ON THE CYCLE LANES!!! Hopefully there will be no more annoying people who think that it's fine to do that because cyclists aren't less likely to be run over if they have to overtake cars parked on a double yellow line where they're obviously not meant to be. Sometimes, the traffic people get it right and put things in the streets for a reason.

Anyway, I'd better go. That study I was talking about is being published and will soon be accessible via the Intraconnected Journal of Owls and other Small Mammals. The bats are back.

Burble & Boo. xx

Midnight Meddlings

Oh was I glad to see Otis flying in through the window tonight! I stayed up late, doing all kinds of fun mischief and enjoying the secrets of the night like I haven't in a long time! As in, that kind of night joy you can only enjoy on your own; making plans to conquer the world and become a better person and make friends with everyone on the planet. That secret tingle that means ANYTHING is possible and anything can happen until morning hits you like a cloud of impossibility. It's only fun when no one else knows what you're up to.

Anyway, I was doing all kinds of fun mischief, and in flies Otis through the window, and I haven't seen him in ages. I'd been hoping he would join me and the King when we went up to Scotland, but he was still on his way back from trying to rescue Coco. Like he thinks he's a hero. Though I heard of his bravery and was quite impressed with his ruthlessness; he would have risked his life for a silly monkey.

When he flew through the window tonight, I was so happy to see him - as in, happy like I haven't been in long time! He began telling me of the 'adventures' he had on his way back from his great Coco-rescuing-mission, but his little eyes kept closing he was that tired. So I let him burble out his last nonsense sentence as he fell asleep, before I rushed to the laptop to tell the world; my Otis is back!!! Tomorrow we're gonna conquer the world and have a whale of a time.

Maybe not a whale. Bit hard to swallow.

#gatheringofthenightowls

Quackers.

Me: Hey Otis, where have you been?
Otis: I don't negotiate my whereabouts except with myself.
Me: That's not what I asked you. Have you been up 'Anley?
Otis: Yes.
Me: Visiting friends?
Otis: Yes.
Me: Are they well?
Otis: No they're ducks.

I don't quite know what to say to that.