back in the 80's, or as i call them, "the glory days... of neon clothes and big hair" there was a situation where a group of loggers were prevented from cutting down an old growth forest in the northwest because it was home to a rare species of owl.
i've decided that i would tell the tale from the owl's perspective. being such a shy creature, how would an owl deal with all the attention it began receiving?
i wont say much more since the story is in such an infantile state and it generally isnt a good idea to broadcast your ideas all over the place. but i will say this: im enjoying... no, loving... some of the characters and artwork that have already developed in the two short weeks since i began the project, and i can't wait to see what turn this path takes next.
