Double entendre on the "hoot."
I am off to the Big Family Reunion.
The name of the children's summer camp my maternal grandparents founded means "little white owl" in one of the local Native languages.
So some of my family members have a thing about owls. I have an aunt who collects them. Not the feathered ones, but little statues of them.
I just looked on the Web to see what manner of white owls actually live in Northern New England (where the camp was -- it was in our family for 50 years) and there aren't a lot. There are more brown owls than white ones. (I certainly never saw a white owl up there in the Vermont woods.) That's a Barred Owl up on the left. Pretty, isn't it?
White ones (Snowy Owls and such) tend to live in the Arctic. Like the one on the right.
Then there's the Barn Owl (below, right) which isn't all white but which has a heart-shaped, funny-looking (to us) white face; there are definitely barn owls all over New England.
So who knows whether the name was based on a real owl sighting. The camp t-shirt had an owl on it, but it was a tufted-head one, not a round one.
I always liked owls in school in any case because the owl was Athena's bird and she was the smart intellectual Greek goddess of wisdom. (Yes, I know, war too. But as a bookish child, I liked the wisdom and smarts part.)
And none of us in the family really looks like a white owl. Most of us are dark-haired and dark-eyed and rather Sephardic looking, though there are a few sets of green eyes here and there. My brother has blue eyes, but that's from my father's side of the family.
In any event, I am off for fun and games at the retirement community. Many cousins and some of their offspring and a few of the older generation who are still alive will be there. Everyone is converging on my parents' retirement community. (My mother is now the matriarch of her family, and she is the one who summoned the multitudes.)
Let's hope it's a hoot!
P.S. Yes, of course I like the Harry Potter owls. I want one.