Jeremy Dennis is Jeremy Day (cleanskies) wrote,
Jeremy Dennis is Jeremy Day
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I have flown owls

Well, owl, singular. His name was Turner, and he was up the petite end of Eagle Owl, i.e. just whoah that's big! rather than aaaa eeek run away huge! Hooch (his brother) had been sent to another sanctuary after they started fighting. Also, a perky Harris Hawk called Shelly, who was happy to hop between visitors' gloves all day, chowing down on crunchy chick bits. Kaln the grumpy Eagle Owl was also on display, but not flying to glove because he was still recovering from an unfortunate incident with a narked Peregrine. One gets the impression that raptors and owls spend their lives in a whirl of fretful tetchiness, which is probably why I get along with them so well. I knew several of the owls (including Kaln) from their work in Oxford City Centre (where they are the very acme of shopping centre charity muggers) but it was lovely to visit them at their reassuringly pleasant home, and meet new faces like Ron the furious Golden Eagle and Ashley the beautiful Black Barn Owl.

Incidentally, anyone anywhere near Milton Keynes should go there right now. Those crazy French people who made the Elephant and the Spider and the enormous Princess puppet looked at everyone sighing and saying, "oh, I wish I could be an operator of such a puppet," and thought, right, we shall make a carousel of giant insects which people may ride on and operate with levers. And then some skeletal Bison, also with many levers. And giant fish on scissor lifts, because hey, why not? It was like sitting inside a Dave McKean picture. It was extremely fictional. There is also a mosque/bouncycastle in the station car-park (I disappointed the artist by having a camera less interesting than it initially looked) and a surpisingly joyful fusion of environmental doom and post-Ballardian auto-fetishism in an empty Sainsburys. And probably some other stuff, but we went to IKEA instead. IKEA was disappointing. They have got rid of all the colourful shiny lacquer quirky smaller sizes and replaced them with HUGE JOYLESS MASCULINE SLAB FURNITURE the colour of muesli and tears. Bah. There were also some eye-wateringly awful textiles. On the bright side, though, I finally found a continental pillow* at a sensible price, so not an entirely wasted visit.

Right, nearly there for the tenovertwelvers, just waiting on the last comp from pomma_penses -- and for me to remember to have the right card reader in the right place at the right time... but here are some more covers:







No songs have appeared twice yet, though there have been two which were on my long list.

*Harlequin kitten and my head can now simultaneously occupy the pillow. Celebrations!
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