Today I just happened to get a special kind of fan mail...and it appears I have a new secret admirer. Since I tell my friends everything of course I will share the email with you...
"My name is Oliva Owling. I am a stranded Great White Owl from Alaska. I was inadvertently trapped in a cargo area of an Alaskan airliner and wound up here is Las Vegas. The airliner cargo door was open one night and detecting a shipment of small marmots, I decided to get an easy meal. Marmots are great snacks, but you don't have them here. Well, I sure didn't go hungry on the trip but this climate is outrageously hot compared to my native Alaska. Anyway, when they opened the cargo door I took off and flew out of the airport landing on a lamppost outside your building. That was a mistake - my talons nearly got burned to a crisp.
So, I flew around trying to keep cool and flew into an open loading door at the back of the casino. There was no humans around so I checked the place out and found a nice cool area and took a breather. Boy, does this place like owls - I'm loving it. I found where the kitchen was and although there is no decent live food, I'm doing fine. When does it get cool here? Last night I came across your business card and decided that I was lonely so here I am. Where are you? Lets get together and maybe have some fun. Do you tackle coyotes or do we have to settle for rats and mice? Or, just hoot it up and scare the dickens out of a few drunks in the parking lot. E-mail me back to this address that I hacked into.
Olivia"
What are the odds of Olivia landing in MY city at MY hotel? I have a feeling this is more than luck! There are plenty of owls in the sky, but Olivia just might be that one special owl. What do you think I should do?
Have you sent me a message yet? I'm OWLys looking for new friends. You can email me here: Hootie@hooterslv.com
I'm going to go see if my head still fits through the casino door. Yes Olivia just made my ego THAT big.
