Dawn is clear and cold, but quickly gives way to clouds, then snow, then heavy snow. A good day to be beside the fire, at least to have coffee and read. Something catches the corner of my eye, brown-yellowish motion. I look out the window. Oh, hello there. Perched on the back deck, a few feet from the window, a bard owl, a neighbor, stares, first at me through the window, then, head pivoting, looking for the foolish mole or squirrel or mouse that dares to venture out on this day.

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