image via Louche Lab
Of all the ironic trends, I think the cutie owl trinkets win for dry humor. If I were an owl I would consider myself under-the-radar, a fierce predator of the night. No anime eyes welling up with tears, no brightly patterned plumage, no talon-less feet for perching, no winsome beakless face. Blending into my surroundings (which would certainly not include nurseries), I would swoop silently toward my midnight snack; perhaps a bat.
But I still enjoy the illustrations, pillow softies, jewelry & other tiny owlish trinkets people come up with. The irony doesn't kill the love.