Outside I see cold. I see snow. I see ice. I see red polls and chickadees, magpies and the occasional robin and stellar jay. I look down at my feet and I see two dogs snoring peacefully, their lives clearly filled with all things that make them content. From upstairs and down I hear the sounds of my little flock of parrots, senegals, cockatoo and conure. I get ready to go to Bird TLC to cut up smelly salmon for deserving eagles and ospreys and to defrost little mice for the owls.
All is right with my world as another year draws to a close.