The Bird Is The Word

Penguin or owl - which would you rather be? Huddled in Arctic cold, waddling about with a ripping icy sheet wind blasting straight at your beak, but diving and gliding through water gorging on squid like a hot knife through ice cream? Or... burrowed in a tall tree, the night is your freedom, soaring wings through night air, glaring down at a scurrying mouse which will soon be a raw feast of fur