I know what I meant

I know what I meant to say earlier and didn’t. I was driving to work this morning (which, in itself, is unusual as I usually use a combination of foot and train) when I was following an unremarkable blue Escort estate. In the back of this car, not in a cage or anything, was a very very handsome owl, staring out the back window at me. He was definitely real and very much alive – he turned his head to look at things and blinked once or twice. And seemed very calm and quite used to sitting in a car.
Beats those irritating nodding Homer Simpson toys any day.