While the rest of the country celebrated commercialism by watching overpaid genetic freaks prance around in garish clothing (describes both the half-time show and the game), some of us returned to nature with a twilight Little Sit at Palo Corona Regional Park. We set up where the park and the South Bank Trail come together (where the bobcat is usually seen). Aside from a glorious sunset, we saw a flock of about a dozen red-shafter flickers, some bluebirds, white- and golden-crowned sparrows guilding together, and other members of the usual cast of characters. Everyone was chowing down in the interval between rains. As darkness approached, the great horned owls started moving down the mountainsides above us, and we heard at least two females and a male. I saw what was probably a barn owl or accipiter streaking from cover to cover. As night fell and we were obliged to vacate the park, the Palo Corona Coyote Chorus serenaded us on our way.