Toward evening yesterday, we heard a raucous disturbance among the flock of blue jays occupying a blue spruce at the edge of the yard. We looked out to find the jays dive bombing a row of arbor vitae. About halfway up one of the shrubs was what we later concluded was a western screech owl. It wasn’t screeching, just peering out of its refuge looking unconcerned and, of course, wise. Owls are so infrequent in our neighborhood that I took a picture through the window with an inadequate point-and-shoot camera. Digitally enlarged, the section of the photo with the owl in the bush took on a sort of pointillist character. Posting this, I considered finding appropriate music to go with it: “Owl Be Seeing You” or “Owl Be Around,” perhaps. But that would be unforgivably corny, wouldn’t it?
Doug Ramsey on Jazz and other matters...
Owl of me?
OWL BLUES
I was afraid this might happen.
Owl or Nothing at Owl
..you were right to be afraid. Very afraid.
Cole Porter’s “Owl Through the Night”
Duke Ellington’s “Owl Too Soon”
Haymes’ & Brand’s “That’s Owl”!
Owl Be Glad When You’re Dead, You Rascal Ewe
Fear not!
It’s Owl Right With Me
Owl I Do Is Dream of You
I Guess Owl Have To Change My Plan
That’s Owl
Owl Man River.
Owl By Myself
I’ve taken a lot of aspirin, but it doesn’t make the pain go away.
God!, Owl’s Chillun’ Got Rhythm!
Owl Wait For You
Crazy Hick Owls Me
Con Owl, Ma
…My God….
Are You Livin’, Owl Man?
Bugle Owl Rag
Readers must be howling at all these owlful puns. It’s owlandish that a jazz blog would publish such stuff.
Now you’ve got me owling. I hereby declare this competition ended