Housemates Old and New

We've had quite an interesting time lately with our new housemate, Harold.  The King of Scotland insisted this little man find his home with us as soon as he laid eyes on the wee creature, and so since then, he has been settling in to his new (and somewhat bizarre) surroundings. 


I'm not sure what Otis thinks about this.  He has been spending a lot of his time outside in the months that we have been here; there are a lot more trees here, and I believe he has made a lot of new friends.  He comes home a few nights each month, and of course I try to engage in some kind of interesting conversation with him.  Oh, he listens to my ramblings, but never speaks himself so much as an indication to leave him alone unless I feel like walking around with no toes. 


So I leave him to his grumpy life (he used to be so much nicer in Wales!), and get on with mine, but I can't help noticing that he appears a bit jealous of the attention Harold is receiving.  Of course, the fact that Harold is a lot more compliant than Otis does not help the situation - having such a lovely, peaceful creature around is so refreshing. 

I plan on trying to get Otis to be a bit more interactive though.  Hopefully, with Christmas drawing near, he will open up a bit more.  We'll just have to wait and see.

A Witness Request

Our latest adventures have involved quite a lot of travel.  Of course that's no problem for Otis.  He is, after all, an owl.  But it has proven problematic for me; in particular because we seem to loose each other quite a bit when out and about.  I had been telling Otis to acquire a sat nav, but he still can't get his head around the concept of invisible information.  We haven't broached the topic of thoughts yet.

Anyway, so there was one particular incident where I was on the coach going somewhere, and I was reading away, when I happen to look out of the window, and there was Otis, perched on the rooftop of a car on the motorway, with his tail in the head, looking into the car.  I think the people in the car must have got quite a fright, as they were banging on the window and seemed to be shouting at him.  And then Otis somehow fell off the car and fell into a bush and that was the last I saw of him, right through my entire trip and all the way back too.

Until tonight, when I found him in a tree near Tesco's.  I was doing my regular shop, when I happened to come across him with some of his new mates in the tree (he says he understands the Scottish banter a lot better than pigeon banter).  Surprised, I asked him where on earth he had been.  He replied in his usual smug manner that he had been looking for me but I had nearly killed him and left him in a bush to die!!!  We exchanged a few more slightly unpleasant vocabulary before I went on my way and he continued perching on his high tree. 

As far as I am aware, he is still there now, no doubt rejoicing in the fact that he thinks rid of me.  But I have in mind to go tell him a thing or two tomorrow.  Such owlness is just fowl and I will stand it no longer.  If anyone reading this witnessed these recent events, please get in touch, as I am creating a folder of the 'Otis out' sort.  Not the type that gets rid of him, just the one that enquires after his intellect and provides a little intervention to sort some of his problems out.  I would miss him terribly if he were to completely disappear.  Besides, there's still the concept of thoughts to talk about ...