It’s always interesting to watch several girls chase after the same boy. Back in college, a friend of mine had a fan club that would occasionally walk past his dorm room. It was quite funny, really. We’d hear obnoxious laughter at the end of the hall that would fade as it approached the doorway. And then silence. One head would pop around the corner, whisper “He’s there!” Mad whispering, loads of shushing, silence. Suddenly several girls would pop their heads into the doorway for a quick glimpse of him and run squealing away. Of course, this friend never believed the attention was for him. The rest of us knew better. I wonder if this owl gets it.
Day 47: The Ladies Owl