A Barred Owl has taken up residence in the hollowed out Silver Maple in my yard over the last few weeks. There’s a neighbor somewhere as well, and sometimes I listen to them talk back and forth. I like pretending that they're actually you and some other hexbears talking shit and dropping dope owl-comrade game on the .world.
Yes, I know that is a sad thing for a gnome to do, but I don’t care.
