I don't know why, but the coolest of all cool birds of prey are owls.
Maybe it's the hunting at night part.
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Adventures in Albion
Weep, weep O Walsingam, Whose dayes are nightes,
Blessings turned to blasphemies, Holy deedes to dispites.
Sinne is where our Ladye sate, Heaven turned is to helle;
Sathan sitte where our Lord did swaye,
Walsingam, oh, farewell!
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The owls are not what they seem.
Hey Anon,
First: No anonymous posts.
Second: there are probably only about sixteen people left on planet earth who remember that show and even fewer would know that I am one of the 16.
I'm betting, narrowing things down thereby, that you are either Michael Chorney, Vicky V. or other member of the Vicky Fam, or some other person who knew me that long ago.
or you are Dale Price or Steve Skojec.
So,
in that pop-culture reference vein,
identify yourselves immediately or be blasted into the Delta Quadrant.
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