Like An Owl From the Darkness

I am just now emerging from the fog of a bout with the flu, an 104-degree, shivery evil that was fortunately afflicted upon me, not my spawn, who managed to attract only a cold that caused him to miss the preschool field trip to the fire station. (Although, ironically, Dad had to go on it.)
Let us instead remember happier times, the first weekend of March, when we met Gram and Grandma in Redding for a trip to Turtle Bay Exploration Park. A picture of an owl (or, as Alec would elaborate, "It's a great horned owl, Mom,") is included for Steve Jackson's pleasure.
Thank God, the devil, and his noodly appendage that Gram got her flu shot.