Owlvacado

He’s bitter. He’s moody. He’s flighty and rigid as they come. Until he’s not. Then he’s ripe and green and the life of the party! He becomes a flying fiesta. Until of course, his belly starts going brown. Then it’s the pits. Literally. When he gets too soft and mushy he oftentimes loses his head. Thankfully, he always sprouts new wings and new outlooks and we’re all the wiser for it.