Groundhog Day …

 

Today is Monday, the 2nd of February 2026.

The old peacock turned around himself. The flamingo and all the other peacocks were gone.

But behind the stoney ruin walls of the jungle temple sat an owl in a cave in a rotten tree, scowling.

Leave me alone on this New Year's Day you bad sign, you dark omen, the featherless peacock whimpered.

I am not what I seem, said the owl and flew away into the late night and a very early morning of a new year.

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And somewhere in the distance Twenty-Five heard Sonny & Cher singing…

🎵

They say we're young and we don't know
We won't find out until we grow
Well I don't know if all that's true
'Cause you got me, and baby, I got you


Babe
I got you babe, I got you babe


They say our love won't pay the rent
Before it's earned, our money's all been spent
I guess that's so, we don't have a pot
But at least I'm sure of all the things we got


Babe
I got you babe, I got you babe


I got flowers in the spring, I got you to wear my ring
And when I'm sad, you're a clown
And if I get scared, you're always around
So let them say your hair's too long
Cause I don't care, with you I can't go wrong
Then put your little hand in mine
There ain't no hill or mountain we can't climb


Babe
I got you babe, I got you babe


I got you to hold my hand
I got you to understand
I got you to walk with me
I got you to talk with me
I got you to kiss goodnight
I got you to hold me tight
I got you, I won't let go
I got you to love me so


I got you babe
I got you babe
I got you babe
I got you babe
I got you babe

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Sonny & Cher - I Got You Babe

Snow Moon …

 
Under a Snow Moon, on the year's second full moon night the Olymp sends out their messenger owls to spread the news among all living creatures. Their well-known leader is a Blakiston's Fish Owl - the largest living species of owl - named Bubo Blakistoni. But the Greek Gods lovingly call her Twenty-Six.

Oh, that was close, Twenty-Five - a less well-known little tawny owl - thinks and flies back hunting in the snowy landscape. And secretly he wonders what the spread news might be. And even more secretly thanks the Great Gods that today is a full-moon day and not a city-song-quiz-day when a single animal would have joined this growing caravan of his. Not to imagine what another single animal would have done to become the new leader, the new guru of the troops…

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Today is Sunday, the 1st of February 2026.

Snow Moon

I'm so tired of being alone
These penitent walls are all I've known

Two-thousand-eighteen Shades Of Bromford - Part 415 & Part 416

 

Today is Friday, the 30th of January 2026.

Did you know, asked a memmber of a group of newcomers Twenty-Five, our little tawny owl, that in Greek mythology, a little owl - also known as Athene noctua - traditionally represents or accompanies Athena, the virgin goddess of wisdom, or Minerva, her syncretic incarnation in Roman mythology? Because of such association, the bird - often referred to as the 'owl of Athena' or the 'owl of Minerva' - has been used as a symbol of knowledge, wisdom, perspicacity and erudition throughout the Western world.

Actually, Twenty-Five answered, I did know that. But who are you?

We are just thirty holy cows from East India, the newcomers answered.

Holy cow!, the racoons exclaimed.

Or as Rudyard Kipling once said or wrote, We're all islands shouting lies to each other across seas of misunderstanding, added Twenty-Five, our little tawny owl.

And thirty cows joined the twenty-two racoons, the fourteen foxes, the six giraffes, the twenty-nine tigers, the twenty-three lions, the fifteen face-cats, the seven wolves, the thirty dogs, the twenty-two face-monkeys, the fourteen speak-no-evil-monkeys, the six hear-no-evil-monkeys, the twenty-eight see-no-evil-monkeys, the twenty astro-cats, the twelve hipster-cats, the four dragon cats, the twenty-seven hacker cats, the nineteen stunt cats, the eleven ninja-cats, the three pouting cats, the twenty-six crying cats, the eighteen weary cats, the ten kissing cats, the two cats with wry smiles, the twenty-four smiling cats with heart-eyes, the sixteen cats with tears of joy, the eight grinning cats with smiling eyes, the thirty-one grinning cats, the twenty-three spiders, the fifteen scorpions, the seven ladybugs, the twenty-nine bees, the twenty-one ants, the thirty crickets, the twenty-two mosquitoes, the fourteen caterpillars, the six snails, the twenty-six butterflies, the eighteen bats, the ten more chicks, the two chicks, the twenty-five chicks, the seventeen penguins, the nine little red birds, and the one little tawny owl…

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Mother Bromford (Natural Anthem)

Oh, Mother Bromford with your fields of green
Once more laid down by the hungry hand
How long can you give and not receive?
And feed this world ruled by greed
And feed this world ruled by greed

Oh, ball of fire in the summer sky
Your healing light, your parade of days
Are they betrayed by the men of power
Who hold this world in their changing hands
They hold the world in their changing hands

Oh, freedom land, can you let this go?
Down to the streets where the numbers grow
Respect Mother Bromford and Her giving ways
Or trade away our children's days
Or trade away our children's days

Respect Mother Bromford and Her healing ways
Or trade away our children's days

"Bromford"

Drove up to San Francisco
Always a tear in her eye
Where the wind blows somehow, colder in June
She's a beauty both day and night

It's a unique set of circumstances
Once a stranger and now a friend
I only know the miles and the chances
I always wondered where the sunset ends

Bromford, Bromford
You're so far from Memphis
But I still love your kiss
I never will tell you goodbye

Down south in Los Angeles
The shadows, the lights, and the beautiful wreckage
The worst first impression, but then you're like heaven
Like the one that I almost missed

Bromford, Bromford
You're so far from Memphis
But I still love your kiss
I never will tell you goodbye

Playing The Troubadour on a Wednesday night
It darkens the door and it burns like a light
I can feel it the air, there's a song in my heart
South to the North, can you feel it tonight

Bromford, Bromford
You're so far from Memphis
But I still love your kiss
I never will tell you goodbye

Bromford, Bromford
You're so far from Memphis
But I still love your kiss
I never will tell you goodbye

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