My friend said every time she sees an owl, she thinks of me. Who–oo, me? Well, it could be worse. Actually, I’m flattered because I greatly admire owls. They have a lot of amazing attributes and are thought to be slightly mysterious. Or, could it be because of their never-ending question, Who? I am certainly guilty of asking who in a lot of cases, but more than that, I ask, Why? Trying to answer those questions results in a cozy mystery.
We know what happens one week from today. Have you bought those cozy mysteries yet? Remember, they last all year and beyond and make amazing gifts. Then, you can have the answers to who and why right at your finger tips.
Nemo is sitting beside me, as usual. I don’t think he knows any owls personally because he’s a house puppy, and stays in nights (most of the day too). He doesn’t mind the owl towels or figurines or yard ornaments. And, if I have any owlish attributes, that’s all right with him. Maybe I should write a story about a Christmas owl. I did, however, write one about a Christmas mystery. It’s called, Moonlight Can Be Murder. Have you read that and found out the who and the why?
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