I see them literally everywhere.
On the top of my house. In trees. In junk shops. In Robin Hood. In books. In my dreams. My daughter even pretended to have an owl dream. (She lies. She inherited the skill from me. I can tell, though. Sometimes.)
In my dream I had an a owl tattooed on the inside of my wrist. It was big, probably halfway to my elbow, a beautiful, detailed line drawing. I sketched it (badly) in my dream book. (Never could sketch with a pen worth a shit.) The drawing didn't erase it from my memory, a quirk of mine. I can still see it.
I can't get it out of my head.
My subconscious is trying to tell me something. Or maybe it's my totem or something. So now of course I'm going to dig in deep into owl lore.