We walked on.
I could feel the cold,
as if someone's icy hand
was palm-down on my back.
And my nose
and the tops of my cheeks
felt cold and hot
at the same time.
But I never said a word.
If you go owling
you have to be quiet
and make your own heat.


Wonderful children's (adult) book *Owl Moon* by Jane Yolen about young
girls owling with her father.

Neil and I bought a "new" house just for the bird habitat; and, we are
getting lots of birds! Yesterday red breasted sapsucker; is that the
Ruber subspecies?

Jane Stewart