If you haven't checked in on the owlets lately, better do so. They're growing up fast and won't be staying in the nest box much longer, having changed from small fluff balls to small alien-and-yet-owlish beings.
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Don’t search around and look for the coolest book you can find. Do what’s actually next to you.
OK, so the book that was actually closest was my Peterson's bird guide, and page 123 has no sentences on it at all but ahs a group of plovers and turnstone in flight. Fifth bird on the page is the Killdeer.
I walked over the the bookcase in the living room and stuck my hand into the middle of it and pulled out a book:
This, too, there was, that, young as the sons were -- Nikulaus was now seventeen winters old, Bjorgulf would be sixteen, and Gaute fifteen at harvest-time -- these three already had a way with women that made their mother uneasy.
Name that book? Kristin Lavransdatter III: The Cross by Sigrid Undset. Gotta love that uber-punctuated opening.
