Megascops

Up too late working on my taxes, I’ve overlapped with a Western Screech-Owl singing in the front yard. The owl’s voice is a great deal sweeter than mine after these many hours of sorting and stacking and adding and multiplying.

This picture was taken in early October last year, when we still had our old owl box up and the IRS was just a dim foreboding. Next October the little guy will find the beautiful new box that Kevin built for us at Thanksgiving, and I’ll have a much, much better filing system in place for our receipts.