Taya Louisa

Gramps the Owl

My Grandfather was an owl. How he became the owl, I don’t quite know. I would imagine it was because he studied late into the night. As a young girl, I knew him as Gramps and by the symbol of the owl. When my mother was born, the doctor proclaimed her the owlet. She arrived in the late hours of night and being the owl’s offspring, it was a natural name to give her.