We’ve unwrapped a solstice present a wee bit early.

Herself recently stumbled across a chainsaw sculptor hawking his wares and he delivered this lovely fella to us yesterday. We’d long admired another owl sculpture in Sandia Heights and she thought, “Why not?”

I immediately named him Archimedes for the owl in T.H. White’s wonderful “The Once and Future King.”

But we dassn’t call him “Archie” for short. Remember your Merlyn, young Warts:

[O]wls are the most courteous, single-hearted and faithful creatures living. You must never be familiar, rude or vulgar with them, or make them look ridiculous. Their mother is Athene, the goddess of wisdom, and, although they are often ready to play the buffoon to amuse you, such conduct is the prerogative of the truly wise. No owl can possibly be called Archie.