Owls good in LA....really...

There are many wonderful and interesting aspects about Los Angeles, besides the usual, 'this is the place where anyone can be anything, dreams come true, everyone is blond, tan, perfect....."  I am sure you have heard it all before.

I want to shed some light on the "little known bits" about the city of angles, or as I like to call it, my 'REALLY?' facts, finds and stuff that makes you tilt your head like a dog, squint your eyes while you're letting all of it process and say to yourself, "did I really just see that / did that really just happen...really???"

I woke up the other morning ready to embrace the day.  I jump out of bed, well, roll to a thud and stand up, stretch and notice, hey, I have a huge window in my room. 

Let's pull back these blinds, open the window and let the city in!  In my best Broadway-style fashion, I grab the blinds, violently cast them all to one side, go to unlock and open the window and set my eyes on

what.... in.....the....... 

Is that a freaking OWL?

I hit the deck, creep up like Private Ryan in a foxhole to make sure, make damn sure, I just saw a gigantic owl.  Yeup...yeah, that's an owl.

Still a little frozen with fear, (I might have failed to mention I have a highly abnormal and irrational fear of birds, especially the black ones that like to walk on your table and give you the crow eye while you're enjoying your lunch alfresco, but all birds, and I avoid Kentucky Fried Chicken like the plague) I am trying to process if - one, this gigantic owl is real and two, if it's fake...but my main unsolved mystery was why...why would an OWL be on the roof of my building in West Hollywood, real or fake?  Barely peeking over the sill, to determine if this owl was real or fake....I watch it...Look for signs of life.

No movement that I can see but maybe it's sleeping, regardless I remain ninja-still, I do not want this thing attacking me and get my "big break" in the biz on "When Animals Attack" so I wait and watch.......I blink.......take a breath......blink.........take a breath......it's not moving......blink.....take a breath......yeah, okay, it's fake. 

Cool. 

Alright, let's get this day going!  So I get up and..... wait a minute,,,,,, did that fake owl just turn a tiny-tiny bit and look at me?  Oh, maybe it's like a possessed owl and is here to make me think he's fake just so he can attack me......maybe...is that possible...eyes squinting because I am in deep thought trying to understand, if I did, in fact, see it blink, or move, or take his little owl fist and smash it into his other owl hand, more or less threatening me... or.....no...no...no....no...no...no, that shit is fake.  Let's get a grip Caroline.  It's a fake owl.  I am sure of it.  

Phew. 

Well, okay, so why, why a fake owl on my rooftop?  I came to terms I was not going to solve that right now, so I let it go.  I mean, a fake owl, in Hollywood - really?  Well in a weird way, it makes sense, right?

Oh my God, did it just move....no really?


Until next post,
Caroline