I click on a news story about an owl who is raising a baby duck. There is an image of a round-faced screech owl smushed into a nest with an oblong-faced duckling. They are an unlikely pair. They look unhappy but resigned to their lot. They are going to try to make it work. I think of marriage. I think of parenting. I think of certain of my colleagues. I think of sheltering in, and of a nation.