Are you sure it's you? And not the salt woman, or Sophie underwood or lily lies or the other's that seem familiar and alike 🤔, forest woman.... ,.... and that miserable one? Can't remember her name, lovely woman..... I digress, anything that is beautiful and connective in fragmented cobwebs floating in gossamer adorning trees at dawns light while migratory birds stitch the clouds to the sky and calm lakes like polished steel reflect inky shivering silhouettes when divers and waders break the calm waters in ripple effect, I assume 😀
Is this you sanity fare? I mean the description of who you are and life etc, I don't know how to, or should I say I didn't know how to realise individuals reasons for this platform, for want of better words. Bless your heart and soul, I have a horse brass from ancient times that is almost exactly like your emblem thing it's at my mums, rare caledonia pewter and brass 😇
reading what you share is as a most exquisite taste of life; i woke this morning to crows outside; i woke this morning listening and thinking; what have they to do today; then your share of life is place before me; what a delight;
I have noticed since the CV 19 fiasco many more Crows and other Corvids come to feed in my garden. I am struck by what you said about them grieving . I think I witnessed this, there was sadly a dead fellow on the roof of my single storey place. I was alerted by the loud cawing , incessant, and the swooping of his fellows over head , landing beside the still body. For me such a sad sight , a once airborne glory in a lifeless heap.I climbed up , and took the corpse (remarkably lightweight for size I thought) into a cloth bag and buried him. The other crows immediately quietened and dissipated. I have also seen them, get together to see off a Sparrow Hawk.
It’s such a unique experience to witness these behaviors especially without the assumption of things we think we know. Sometimes I feel like a child around my little place and other times I feel like some sort of protector - self assigned of course.
Either way, I want to be invited to “not know”. Nowadays that Buddhist saying keeps cropping up whenever ever I meet a wild thing around here.
A beaitiful read and an interesting journey!
I honourstand it.
My lovely friend in AZ would instead innerstand it!
As a boy kid I came with an exchange program 1980 to visit a family Tennessee and naturally they had to let us go one trip for the Appalachia..
That exchange program is how I came to journey the English language and to bring it on as a coming second language in my asset box..
Thank you for the kind words!
Very deeply understand this.
You’d be surprised how few in number we are… well, probably not 😉
Are you sure it's you? And not the salt woman, or Sophie underwood or lily lies or the other's that seem familiar and alike 🤔, forest woman.... ,.... and that miserable one? Can't remember her name, lovely woman..... I digress, anything that is beautiful and connective in fragmented cobwebs floating in gossamer adorning trees at dawns light while migratory birds stitch the clouds to the sky and calm lakes like polished steel reflect inky shivering silhouettes when divers and waders break the calm waters in ripple effect, I assume 😀
Is this you sanity fare? I mean the description of who you are and life etc, I don't know how to, or should I say I didn't know how to realise individuals reasons for this platform, for want of better words. Bless your heart and soul, I have a horse brass from ancient times that is almost exactly like your emblem thing it's at my mums, rare caledonia pewter and brass 😇
Yes… it is me.
reading what you share is as a most exquisite taste of life; i woke this morning to crows outside; i woke this morning listening and thinking; what have they to do today; then your share of life is place before me; what a delight;
Thank you for your observation…
Congrats for walking away
Bird consciousness is heaven!
https://sinatana.substack.com/p/with-regard-to-avian-flu?r=zickz
I have noticed since the CV 19 fiasco many more Crows and other Corvids come to feed in my garden. I am struck by what you said about them grieving . I think I witnessed this, there was sadly a dead fellow on the roof of my single storey place. I was alerted by the loud cawing , incessant, and the swooping of his fellows over head , landing beside the still body. For me such a sad sight , a once airborne glory in a lifeless heap.I climbed up , and took the corpse (remarkably lightweight for size I thought) into a cloth bag and buried him. The other crows immediately quietened and dissipated. I have also seen them, get together to see off a Sparrow Hawk.
It’s such a unique experience to witness these behaviors especially without the assumption of things we think we know. Sometimes I feel like a child around my little place and other times I feel like some sort of protector - self assigned of course.
Either way, I want to be invited to “not know”. Nowadays that Buddhist saying keeps cropping up whenever ever I meet a wild thing around here.
Beginners Mind.
I hear you .
Do you plan on befriending one? I tried it with city crows but they wouldn’t even eat what I offered.
I am currently under observation. I consider that a high complement. 🙂