Ease Into Your Week with a Feathered Friend

It’s going to be another one of those crazy car switcheroo mornings over here so this will need to be brief. I’m sending you over to the Baltimore Banner for a piece about the Howard County Conservancy.

Well, really…it’s about Monty.

Meet Monty, the Howard County Conservancy’s newest owl. He can’t hoot but doesn’t seem to mind.,Abby Zimmardi, Baltimore Banner

Photo credit Abby Zimmardi, Baltimore Banner

This is such a lovely piece from start to finish: well-constructed and informative, it flows with a sort of guileless charm. Or maybe I’m just in love with a rescued Eastern Screech Owl who “weighs about as much as a stick of butter.”

Monty got his name as the result of a naming contest at the Conservancy’s summer camp. It’s amusing to note that, without a bit of election guidance, he might have ended up being called Hot Dog. Reading this piece made me realize that I tend to think of the Conservancy more in terms of flora than fauna. But Susan Hobby, Communications Coordinator, points out that their “…232 acres of land [is] home to native bees, plants and trees, along with butterflies, birds, deer, the occasional otter, many other animals and so much history.”

If you’d like to meet Monty and support the programs at the Conservancy you can purchase tickets for the upcoming Wine in the Garden, Beer in the Barn event to be held on September 19th from 5 to 8 pm.

Join community members and leaders at the 17th annual Wine in the Garden, Beer in the Barn to celebrate and support the environmental and preservation programs of the Howard County Conservancy. Stroll through the garden enjoying fine wine, craft beer and nonalcoholic refreshments. Sample delicious food from local restaurants and caterers and explore our native plant garden. Enjoy live bluegrass music while perusing our silent auction and raffle items featuring artwork, getaways, and more! - - Howard County Conservancy website

Easing into Monday can be a struggle, even when it’s on a Tuesday. Perhaps a few moments with Monty can help.

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