As seen in The Bone Room, a place I actually took the kids to, yes I did. Six and four years old, thank you for asking. We were in search of a witchcraft store that sold live owls (yeah, I know: I told her, too, but she wasn’t about to believe me that we would find it difficult to purchase an owl, alive or dead, anywhere within the city limits). This was the closest I could get us to.
Hey, it was worth a try. Several minutes in Â — I think it was when we passed a tidy row of some half-dozen small alligator heads, you think I am kidding, I am sorry to say I am not — they were both fairly convinced that while it was a witchcraft store, it was one that practiced the dark arts. Italics hers.
With any luck, I’ll have enough time on my commute to or fro work to tell a bit more about how we managed to get here, and where we went thereafter. Meanwhile, you can peruse the links and try hard to consider my kids lucky that I did not call to their attention the owl pellets, about which the store’s website enlightens us, thus:
owl pellets are the indigestible bits of fur and bone regurgitated by owls (and other birds of prey). These sterilized pellets can be taken apart to reveal the owl’s last meal, expect to see bones from mice, voles, and numerous other small creatures.