What ever happened to our mailbox???

Oh baby aubergines. Bundles of them. I am so very much overcome with distraughtness.

Our mailbox has been damaged! Mummy and Daddy found it all bent over this morning.

Who would do such a dreadful thing?
Where will all my fan mail be delivered to?
Why did it have to be our mailbox?
Why did this have to happen to me?

Mr Smiley Face Sunshine thinks it probably happened because of a great big cyclone but having been in the centre of a cyclone (see blog entry "Of Mud and Donuts" dated 25th April 2017), I feel that I speak from experience and can say with confidence that we did not have a cyclone last night.

I think it was probably vandals but Oxford says that it is unlikely to have been vandals because although we don’t live in a vandal-proof town, we don’t get very many bad things happen.

Oxford is probably right but if it wasn’t vandals then what happened???

Mummy says that the post the mail box was attached to was very very old and rotten and it just fell over all by itself. I asked Mummy how old the post was and she said about 23 years.

Oh dear!

Mummy and Daddy are waaaay older than that. I wonder if they are going to go rotten and fall over too!!

A whole 40 hours!

Guess what I found out yesterday? I found out that this weekend is the World Vision 40 hour famine. I didn’t really know what that was all about so I asked Mummy and Mummy said that it was where people didn’t eat any food for a whole 40 hours to raise funds and awareness for children living in poverty.

I expect that some of the funds will go to the owls living in poverty too. Especially the hungry ones. I know what it’s like to be starving. I once had to go without breakfast because Mummy forgot to feed me. It was so very terrible.

Mummy said that not everyone gives up food though.Some people give up other things. I have a special friend called Evie and she is giving up furniture. FOR A WHOLE 40 HOURS.

That’s just plain crazy.

No chairs. No tables. She will have to eat her meals on the floor. And what about bedtime? Where will she sleep? Oh dreadfully dreadful aubergines!

I cannot believe she is doing this. It is so desperately insane. But very noble too. Evie is raising funds for the poor owls all over the whole wide world. What a lovely thing to do.

I asked mummy if I could do the 40 hour famine but I told her I didn’t really want to give up my bed and I asked her if there was anything else I could do. She smiled at me and said I could give up chocolate mice for 40 hours.

That is just plain mean. Naughty Mummy! What a horrible thing to say. I just couldn’t do it. No way. not for all the starving aubergines in the world.

Maybe I could give up spinach instead.

My wing hurts

Oh misbehaving aubergines. I am one very injured owl. My poor wing is so very very sore and so very very painful and if you look under all my feathers you will see one VERY VERY BIG BRUISE.

I got injured on Saturday.

What happened was that Mummy was doing some water blasting in the garden and I thought it might be fun to have a go so I asked Mummy if i could water blast Mr Smiley Face Sunshine.

Mummy told me that no I could not water blast Mr Smiley Face Sunshine because:

a. the water blaster was not a toy
b. it was dangerous
c. it would most definitely not be fun to water blast Mr Smiley Face Sunshine.

and then Mummy carried on with the water blasting which I thought was very rude of her because I hadn’t finished talking. I may only be a little owl but I do have feelings you know. Lots of them.

So I decided to stand in front of Mummy and continue with the conversation. Unfortunately, Mummy wasn’t expecting me to appear in front of her like that and she almost stepped on me so I hooted the loudest I have ever hooted in my whole life which made Mummy jump, and then she slipped over and do you know what happened next? Mummy water blasted MY WING!

Of all the Mexican aubergines for sale, it was such a very horrible thing to do. Mummy said she didn’t do it on purpose and that it was an accident. I tried to believe her, I really did, but there is a little bit on the inside of me that wonders if Mummy was grumpy with me and just wanted to keep the water blaster all to herself and didn’t want me to have a go.

My wing was oh so very very sore for ever such the longest of times. But then Mummy put ice on it for a whole hour and then it wasn’t very very painful anymore. Just very painful.

And now i know it most certainly WOULD NOT have been a fun thing to water blast Mr Smiley Face Sunshine that’s for sure!