Never one to pursue a pointless task, I've also never carried owls to Athens. Nor have I carried them away from Athens, so this one may have followed me from my last job a whole thirty years later.
Or maybe it's just the latest addition to Riverbend's growing ménagerie of possums, wallabies, water dragons, ducks, turtles, frogs, parrots and lorikeets, not to mention all the creatures that swim past us in the river.
If there are no nightingales, one must settle for owls which are awake and mired in reality while the rest of us dream in our sleep (except for sleepless and unsettled moi, but there's always ABC Radio National).
And what's their collective noun? While generally solitary, as they're considered to be of wise disposition, a group is called a "parliament".
They'd never heard of our parliament when they thought that one up.
