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Rain, the Owl and the United Kingdom

Hey everyone. We are finally starting to get a little rain here in the southern U.S. I'm very grateful for that as the entire region is groaning under the burden of the lack of rain. It's raining a bit as I type this, actually. With the rain seems to come more animal sightings. Two nights ago, at 3AM, my wife looked out the glass doors and saw a huge owl sitting on one of the deck posts. The rascal was several feet tall and just sat there and stared at her a moment before flying away. It's a bit of a surprise that he would sit there at night because we keep the lights on out back due to mountain lions and things that go bump in the night. He was probably waiting on a mouse or a rabbit. There has been a rabbit hanging about for several weeks. I would say his days are numbered. It is an awesome thing to see an animal as large as an owl swooping in and out between the trees in a forest. I can well imagine how terrifying they must be to a rabbit.
    Once we were overrun with squirrels here in the green place. On a typical afternoon there were six or seven running about in the rear of the house as I sat on the deck. One day I saw the shadow of a hawk pass over and the squirrels went into a state of panic. They fled in every direction. Not many days afterward I noticed there were no longer any squirrels playing around the house.
    I got a note from Amazon that indicated my books were going live on Amazon's site in Great Britain in the near future so let me say welcome to any Brits who wander onto the blog by the links in the books. You are very welcome.
    Lastly, I have been enjoying a game called Plants vs. Zombies on my I-Pad. I believe that it is the most awesome game I've ever played. The other night I beat the main portion of the game for the first time. The zombies conceded that I had defeated them and a flower appeared on a stage and began to sing a song while the zombies, who were at last at peace, began to dance on my virtual lawn. It was all done with such class and it was so darn cute. Congratulations to Pop Cap on a great game.
    Adios from the green place, CE Wills
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