My only comment is on my surprise that this took 24 hours to make it onto the Slog.

since there's no hope for the spotted owl, let's start raping the forests willy-nilly again. men need jobs, any jobs.

Don't you have enough of this sort of thing in the current issue of The Stranger? (The owls presumably have what Edmund White calls muddy kitties, and I'm a bit at a loss to figure out what they do with their tails in these scenes of avian lust...)

Their meat dries out quite fast when cooked, Christopher. You might want to get them sashimi-style instead, bit of wasabi mayo on the side...num.