“Observations from high places — or even low ones — are most welcome. Submit your sightings via the Mole and I shall log them somewhere between dusk and dawn. Probably in Latin.”
"Chance of rain: inevitable. Chance of regret: higher."*
About Owlbert
Owlbert Nimbus is Wiltshire's most self-important weather owl—a sky-gazing traditionalist who reports forecasts with operatic flair and near-apocalyptic tone. Whether deciphering cloud omens or debating dew points, Owlbert approaches each droplet like it's a divine message from the stratosphere.
Background
Hatched during a thunderclap, Owlbert has always claimed to have a meteorological gift. After an (allegedly) honorary post at the Isobaric Institute for Atmospheric Studies, he settled in Pewsey, where he roosts above a weather vane and lectures passing crows on the Coriolis effect.
Personality
Grandiose, verbose, and deeply dramatic
Obsessed with accuracy, even when wildly off
Believes umbrellas are for amateurs
Frequently caught scribbling wind speeds on napkins
Style of Reporting
Technical terms laced with rural metaphors
Forecasts often include symbolic interpretations of cloud formations
Delivers minor mist as if announcing royal tragedy
Column Features
"THE WEEKLY PROGNOSTICATION"
"UNUSUAL PHENOMENA OBSERVED"
"THE BAROMETRIC OVERTURE"
Catchphrases
"Fog is merely nature's dramatic pause."
"Never trust a calm Tuesday."
"I warned you about the drizzle."
Visual Style
Weather symbols, isobar maps, and forecast charts
Barometer dials and scribbled cloud sketches
Portraits of Owlbert looking deeply concerned at cumulus clouds
Relationships
Friendly rivalry with Luna Hopwell over predictive accuracy
Frequently quoted by Mallard McQuack (often misquoted)
Mildly annoyed by Hazel Nutworth’s disdain for his rain charts
Fun Fact
Once predicted a freak snowstorm in June. It didn’t happen, but the ice cream shop prepared anyway, and now it’s a tradition.
For melodramatic drizzle, theatrical wind warnings, and possibly over-serious forecasts, follow Owlbert Nimbus in The Wiltshire Wink. He saw this weather coming before you were born.
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