Gustavo

Ciao!

My name is Gustavo. The girl with which I spent more time with, a real picture addicts, and telling to you the truth sometimes I was stressed by the flash light! although it was incredibly funny, thought I had to have an “important” name and Gustavo to her was cute, aristocratic and of course, important for an owl.

I was born something like 30 days ago in a barn in a little rural italian countryside for what Anna said me. I didn’t imagine my first 30 days of life would have been so exciting. I thought I would have spent most of the time eating, sleeping and surrounded by my mom’s love.

 

It was of course like that, but there was something more as well.

 

In my case my owlyage has been incredibly exciting, plenty of human visits and I have been surrounded by a quantity of humans I am sure I won’t never see anymore for the rest of my, I hope, long life..

 

Oh, I really enjoyed staying in the barn. I have been surrounded, apart by my mom’s love also by all the possible attention from a lot of human beings.

 

Thinking better they’re not so bad but you know? Mom always says me that we don’t see them so we don’t know them although we feel them. I don’t still realize what mom wants to tell me. How can we feel someone if we don’t never see him/her?

 

Do you know humans? They’re so curious.

They have strange extremities that they use for walking. In other cases their so-called hands can be good for being branches. Or, better, my human owner said me that. My first branch has been an arm, do you know it?

It was great, although Anna repeated me always: “Gustavo, remember always that the branches  you will sat on in the forest will have a different stability and you will see always a wonderful dreaming landscape, and don’t forget to look at the Moon. She was right”.

They love to taking pictures, with strange objects. My favorite object was the smart phone but when I grew up I preferred the digital camera.

The human’s eyes are not as big as our eyes. They’re more little and people don’t tend to look here and there with circumspection as we do. At least, I think that they don’t eat mices.  They don’t need all our neck’s exercises for looking in the various directions but it seems that they have cervical problem something we don’t know what it is at all mom said me. Maybe they should start to eat mices?

All the humans I have met never interested to stealing my mices. I don’t think they like them at all. Which, of course it was more than good for me.

 

I am a sexy beast, in the sense that as always said me Anna I am extra-cute and wonderfully photogenic.

 

What I can hope is that you will like these words from me and from Anna.

 

We want to tell you what it means to growing up in a barn surrounded by human love and what it means to be surrounded by owl’s love.

Surrounded in a word by: love.

 

Although in fact we can appear like distant animals, we are more close to you than what you can think.

 

I miss my old life and I miss Anna and the rest of all the human friends I knew, but mom said me one night that it was time.

Time for leaving the barn, and time for flying Into the Wild, time for living my life without forgetting, always remembering and one day when I will become a real adult owl, be back for saying to everyone: ciao, I haven’t never forgotten you.

Gustavo, the little Owl