Mr. Potoo used to pretend to be a bump on a log when the Owls flew by - but in time he learned they were as friendly as other folk.The Owls, well - they learned that the stump they flew past on Tuesdays had a bigger personality than they'd bargained for.(if you would like to order a print of this fine specimen of the avid persuasion, please visit my print shop: fineartamerica.com/profiles/ja… EDIT: Eep! A daily deviation - I'm honored! I'd like to thank those who featured me, all who have left such lovely comments, and, at last, the humble potoo, who, with such a delightful array of ridiculous expressions, must surely improve every painting he graces.