Small morsels please. Xkwannukah is a wonderful time of year. All the wading birds have migrated to the cypress swamps which I lovingly (if such emotion can be credited to one of my species) call home. Thus, holiday feasting becomes a reality, thanks to an innate wanderlust for southern migration imprinted in their bird brains. For this I would give thanks to the Almighty Being, if I could but know which one(s) it / they is / are.