I walked through the store, searching for just the right owl. I wanted one with personality, not just one to carry my messages. I saw one silvery owl with a crescent moon shape on one of her wings. She flapped her wings, trying to take flight inside her shiny silver cage. I reached in and she snapped at me, trying to bite. I smiled. The tag hanging off her perch read "Artemis". Yes, this was the one!