| 22 December 2023 0710 Hours | Custom, Behavior, Food, Memories, Ornithology, Religion |
I woke early on the Friday before Christmas Monday. My first Great Horned Owls' nuptial calls of the winter. How wonderful that they once again have returned to me, As they have for the almost half century I have lived here. I had been dreaming of squash and mashed potatoes, With a parcel of turkey in some unknown kitchen-- All warm with smells of deliciousness. It is Christmas and my owls are unknowingly Welcoming this time to be warm of heart and to remember All the varied past times that we humans Have created to make a short winter day, Special for our complex human spirits. A Christmas greeting from a Humanist.