Season’s End

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Mount Olympus

Some mornings Helios, his chariot and steeds must rise behind Mother Nature’s clouds.  Helios has gotten used to it.  It’s no big deal.  His ego is not injured at all.  Mother Nature does not care one way or the other, anyway; every god knows that.  Nothing new on Mount Olympus.

The North River

The North River tries to awaken but MN’s clouds proffer sleep.  Mother Nature is getting a bad reputation around here.  Does She have any empathy, concern, sympathy or harmony with life?  Apparently not.  57% of newborn ospreys do not see their second birthday.  “MN, you are one harsh mistress,” thought Ozzie.

“I do not like you,” Ozzie let slip.

MN glanced up; took a good look at Ozzie, brushed his opinion aside, and decided to let him live.



Tweedy stands alone on her man-made perch.   Doctor’s custom design; better yet to come.

“Where did everybody go?” she asked nobody, everybody, the wind, the river, the sky.

Tweedy’s surroundings did not answer.

An ethereal, cosmic knowledge breathed down upon our child,

Tweedy felt it stir within her.  It was a strange forceful sensation; powerful, convincing and compelling; obligatory and ultimately irresistible.  Yes, it was.  Yes, it is; “#%&!” thought Tweedy. What is this thing?”


“Instinct?  Is that all I have to go on?”  she questioned her surroundings.

Her surroundings did not respond.

“Oh, #%&!”

Tweedy realized she was on her own.

Mysterious omnipresent voice

“Ozzie, you had better check you thought processes and what comes out of your beak.  You do not know with whom you are dealing.  In other words, clam up you fool!

Tweedy, you are only two months old tweedy.  Feeling down is not an option.  There are a lot of feelings you have yet to experience.  Get your act together and follow your instincts.  Do not be one of the 57% statistics.

The Doctor

The Doctor watched Tweedy from the back porch of his big nest.  He could feel Tweedy’s distress.

Worried and concerned, he sought an urgent telepathic conference with Harriett.   He was immediately rewarded.

“Yes,” Harriett confirmed.  “I remember well the day I realized I was on my own.  It is a chilling realization.  It is so real.  As real as reality; reality: follow your instincts or perish.  That is just the way it is.”

About Harriett Raptor

Eight-year-old mother of five, fluent in telepathy, a possessor of genetic memory, a genius and scholar. Harriett holds the equivalent of a PhD in philosophy, biology, chemistry, physics, astronomy, and the Homo sapiens’ concept of the humanities. Her understanding of mathematics and logic are beyond Homo sapiens’ current comprehension. Harriett is a thinker, a wise osprey, especially distinguished for her expertise in the Homo sapiens problem.
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