"Mother Fir in Cherry Form"
Once upon a time.
In the Eureka land, a quaint and private fir forest trailed up to a hidden hunter’s homestead where not an ounce of time nor trend, news nor pews, not even a dinner reservation existed; the only variable to life was the native flora and fauna & the animal kingdom that lived in euphony with the land. A land without prejudice or discord, the only rumble heard was the hushing string symphony conducted by mothers gale & the moaning of the Sierra Madre Occidental’s headliner, the legend known to the critters and the hunter as Red the black barn owl.