I’m sitting in my garden under a huge full moon listening to Tawny owls. They are so loud and there are so many of them and I wonder what they are up to.
The night is warm despite it being late autumn, and I’m drinking a glass of wine. I’m thinking about Marija Gimbutas books on archeomythology and how she found that owls were already during paleolithic times considered to be symbols of death and regeneration. The Great Goddess would often be depicted as an owl or a vulture. I’m thinking that someone living 30.000 years ago would  have been sitting in the warm autumn night just like me;  looking up at the moon, sipping wine, listening to the Owls and feeling slightly spooked.

The picture shows a gang of Little Owls made of clay and just about to go into the kiln. I don’t think they are spooky but they certainly have an attitude. I am not sure how to glaze them yet, but I think they will be smoke fired just like my Fat Birds.