Looking at the tittle you might assume that I’ve had a “national geographic” close encounter with endangered species and that’s…wrong! It’s simply my nickname. My inventive daddy gave it to me during my early high-school years, in a desperate attempt to convince me to go early in bed. Dear daddy that bird stuck with me forever and I’m still permanently jet lagged.
Honestly, I AM a night owl. For sure. My activity level insanely peeks around midnight, leaving me inevitably zombie-ish in the mornings. And yet I somehow manage to live in this time zone.
Somewhere in the world a zoo is mourning the loss of the rare greater black owl. Ready to fly? No?