Written by Lily Rae for The Badger (thebadgeronline.co.uk)I straight up love owls. They’ve got everyone fooled. Mortarboard-wearing, book-reading cartoon owls aside, they’re actually one of the thickest organisms on the planet. Everything they do is based on murderous intent.
They only have two expressions: surprise and disapproval. They’re fast, silent and deadly – the ultimate killer – but don’t you just want one to sit on your shoulder and deliver your post? I do.
Please understand, therefore, that I went into Legend of the Guardians with my owly bias already established. In print, it sounds ridiculous – some cute owls get kidnapped by the Pure Ones (slightly fascistic owls) and escape becoming ‘moonblinked’ owl-zombies by flying across the sea to find the Guardians, a legendary parliament (fun fact: that’s the collective noun for owls) sworn to protect the owl kingdoms from the threat of Bad Owls.
