What a hoot!

Groan...early start to the day again after another late night spent listening to The Cramps.
I go over to feed the horses at 6a.m. and am met at the gate by a very large and friendly tabby who looks like it could be a relative of my two new kittens. Wouldn't be surprised if it is. We chatted for awhile about the price of fish etc before I headed up to the shed to get the hay.
The torch that I had with me died almost immediately upon entering the building, so I'm stumbling about in near total darkness trying to extract half a bale without coming to serious injury, when a huge and threatening shape fills the doorway blocking out what little feeble light there is . 'Back off Pedro!' I shout at the offending ungulate as I force him back out the door into the oncoming path of Meggan, bloody horses! No manners some people...
Anyway, as I was feeding the ravenous hordes I heard a hooting from the trees, hooray, we've got owls! Owl casts had been spotted near the base of one of the trees recently so now it's official.
It's shaping up to be quite a menagerie.

'You gotta live until you're dead. You gotta rock 'til you see red...'

Well hell-oh baby!
Bin away for awhile polishing my crypt. Back from Necropolis 'cause I hear THE KINGs have moved on to a better (couldn't get much worse) place. Hell of a party Lux and Mr Martyn are said to be havin' so I hear...
Man I AM bummed, but it has to be said...LONG LIVE THE QUEEN! (Love ya Ivy)