It’s so easy to go on about war, disease, famine and pestilence given their prevalence.
However, I just picked a black current from a bush outside my door and popped it in my mouth releasing sweet and sour juice (a metaphor perhaps?)
Various mountain bird tribes attack the suet feeder outside my window, jostling each other.
Smells of curry, cumin, onion garlic and ginger fill the cabin from a just cooked Dahl.
So I don’t know. I don’t have much, but of what I’ve got I’ve got a lot.
Grateful for the bounty.
Don’t be bitter. Don’t be late.
Keep an open heart.
And don’t let the bastards get you down.
I used to enjoy salal berries. But their local demise only reminds me of climate change. No bird feeders anymore since bears can smell them a mile away. And don’t get me started on chipmunks. They only work in the trees and store food in the ground. Where they live is up in your attic and they crap all over the place. So I resort to memories.
I once lived nextdoor to a family that was big into mini-family-farming. Tiny crops and tiny livestock was their thing. They had pygmy goats. I’d sometimes feed the goats salal berries through the fence (although they preferred Doritos).
My little long dog hated the animals from that mini family farm. He’d been feeling empowered and entitled after having conquered the rooster which had once tormented him. In that episode, I’d heard the usual daily clucking from their hens scratching around outside my office window, ruining my landscape. That day I finally snapped. I amped up little long dog, grabbed a broom, then ran outside war-whooping and swept one chicken after another back over the fence. Something awakened inside little long dog. He tore straight at that rooster then rolled him good. He’d let him go then tackle him again for the fun of it. The neighbor ran outside and profusely apologized. After the dust had settled, I’d never seen a little dog so chuffed.
Back to goats eating salal berries, little long dog tired of watching and started getting tough. He stood high, pressed his face against the fence and growled at the goats like “No not Willy but I am the boss!” One of the little goats calmly reared up on hind legs and then and POW! head-butted little long dog so hard he summersaulted backwards.
In closing I say, don’t be a chipmunk. Freeloading bastards. Or a hen, a rooster, or even a little long dog. Be a goat. Eat whatever the hell gets passed through the fence of life, and never be afraid to use your head.
Good one Willy. Yes, chipmunks are freeloaders. Lots of them in my neighborhood. I use a suspended suet basket, although it’s true that bears can literally smell them from a mile away. A big brown bear came visiting earlier in the season, but I startled it and it lumbered up the mountainside. When I grabbed my phone to get a picture it turned around and repeatedly hissed at me. That bruin did not want its picture taken. Haven’t seen it since. Knock on wood. . .
Richard Proenneke claimed that his property had rarely ever been harassed by a bear while he lived alone in his Alaskan wilderness for 30 years. I didn’t quite believe him. Where I live there’s always a black bear roaming about the neighborhood on garbage day. (not sure which is worse, cleaning up somebody else’s hundred empty sweetener packets, or their torn-up baby diapers.)
When I found out Proenneke sometimes visited at the nearby vacation cabin of the then-Governor of Alaska, his adventure seemed a little less adventurous to me. Maybe he left out the part where he ate lots of bear meat?
Here is a little Weather Channel video about a pyramid in Mexico collapsing after having stood for a thousand years. The suspicion is that modern day global-warming heat-levels caused cracks in the surface which let in destabilizing amounts of water from heavy rains. Here is the link. https://weather.com/news/video/ancient-pyramid-in-mexico-damaged-by-rain
mago
It’s so easy to go on about war, disease, famine and pestilence given their prevalence.
However, I just picked a black current from a bush outside my door and popped it in my mouth releasing sweet and sour juice (a metaphor perhaps?)
Various mountain bird tribes attack the suet feeder outside my window, jostling each other.
Smells of curry, cumin, onion garlic and ginger fill the cabin from a just cooked Dahl.
So I don’t know. I don’t have much, but of what I’ve got I’ve got a lot.
Grateful for the bounty.
Don’t be bitter. Don’t be late.
Keep an open heart.
And don’t let the bastards get you down.
Willy
I used to enjoy salal berries. But their local demise only reminds me of climate change. No bird feeders anymore since bears can smell them a mile away. And don’t get me started on chipmunks. They only work in the trees and store food in the ground. Where they live is up in your attic and they crap all over the place. So I resort to memories.
I once lived nextdoor to a family that was big into mini-family-farming. Tiny crops and tiny livestock was their thing. They had pygmy goats. I’d sometimes feed the goats salal berries through the fence (although they preferred Doritos).
My little long dog hated the animals from that mini family farm. He’d been feeling empowered and entitled after having conquered the rooster which had once tormented him. In that episode, I’d heard the usual daily clucking from their hens scratching around outside my office window, ruining my landscape. That day I finally snapped. I amped up little long dog, grabbed a broom, then ran outside war-whooping and swept one chicken after another back over the fence. Something awakened inside little long dog. He tore straight at that rooster then rolled him good. He’d let him go then tackle him again for the fun of it. The neighbor ran outside and profusely apologized. After the dust had settled, I’d never seen a little dog so chuffed.
Back to goats eating salal berries, little long dog tired of watching and started getting tough. He stood high, pressed his face against the fence and growled at the goats like “No not Willy but I am the boss!” One of the little goats calmly reared up on hind legs and then and POW! head-butted little long dog so hard he summersaulted backwards.
In closing I say, don’t be a chipmunk. Freeloading bastards. Or a hen, a rooster, or even a little long dog. Be a goat. Eat whatever the hell gets passed through the fence of life, and never be afraid to use your head.
mago
Good one Willy. Yes, chipmunks are freeloaders. Lots of them in my neighborhood. I use a suspended suet basket, although it’s true that bears can literally smell them from a mile away. A big brown bear came visiting earlier in the season, but I startled it and it lumbered up the mountainside. When I grabbed my phone to get a picture it turned around and repeatedly hissed at me. That bruin did not want its picture taken. Haven’t seen it since. Knock on wood. . .
Willy
Richard Proenneke claimed that his property had rarely ever been harassed by a bear while he lived alone in his Alaskan wilderness for 30 years. I didn’t quite believe him. Where I live there’s always a black bear roaming about the neighborhood on garbage day. (not sure which is worse, cleaning up somebody else’s hundred empty sweetener packets, or their torn-up baby diapers.)
When I found out Proenneke sometimes visited at the nearby vacation cabin of the then-Governor of Alaska, his adventure seemed a little less adventurous to me. Maybe he left out the part where he ate lots of bear meat?
Curt Kastens
A look back at delusion on display. Of course hindsight is 100% for some people.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CfaY9zqD-4A
The video is your reward for being part of the stimulation simulation.
different clue
Here is a little Weather Channel video about a pyramid in Mexico collapsing after having stood for a thousand years. The suspicion is that modern day global-warming heat-levels caused cracks in the surface which let in destabilizing amounts of water from heavy rains. Here is the link.
https://weather.com/news/video/ancient-pyramid-in-mexico-damaged-by-rain