…is green and full of irregular shapes.

If it’s raining, though, you can go indoors and see lots of stolen treasures brought home by officially sanctioned pirates and stored at the British Museum.

Over the weekend — proudlybroughttoyoubyXanaxandSmirnoff — I found out that the reason the Ancient Egyptians drew their owl hieroglyph with a broken leg was to immobilise the cursed birdies if they sprung to life.

I also learnt the words for different sorts of owls in various African languages, thanks to Owl Pages, and that in Northern India hearing nine owl cries means good fortune, Tasmanian farmers who get caught running around naked in their fields can use the excuse that it’s the traditional method of scaring off owls, and that a pregnant Welsh woman who hears an owl will bear a blessed child, but a pregnant German just gets a standard baby girl.

(Hibou by the magnificent Marion M)

Also, Genghis Khan’s life was saved by an owl, once. Nice. In Cameroon, owls are too evil to have a name.

Anyone who’ll fix me up with an owl’s eye on a string around my neck, Morrocan style, will get an exciting prize.

PS — Shot Islands at the El Rey for Prefix last night and it was quite wonderful in every way.