Each morning, I watch the birds at the feeders from the kitchen window. There are large birds (Blue Jays, Red-Bellied Woodpeckers, cardinals) and small birds (titmice, nuthatches, finches, sparrows, chickadees, Hairy and Downy Woodpeckers). Doves (mostly Mourning and the occasional Ringneck) mill around on the ground, looking for scattered seeds. And while I watch those birds going about their business, I’m not thinking about the pandemic, the climate crisis, ongoing destruction of the environment, or the many social issues we’re facing; instead, I am enthralled by bird life.
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Blog Happenings (Update): We’re Back…And Here’s How To *Not* Miss A Post!
We’re back in the blogosphere, but wanted to let our WordPress.com followers know that one change you’ll notice is that new posts will only show up in the WordPress Reader, unless you subscribe to receive email updates below.
Here’s what you can expect for the remainder of 2021 and in 2022: food, ferments, follies, fowl, fiction, (armchair) philosophy…and more. Hope you come along for the ride!
Blog Happenings: We’re Moving To A New Host
No, the farm’s staying right where it is…but the blog is moving to a new host in the next few days. This transition may mean you’ll see a blank page if you visit the site while it’s being migrated. Be patient – we’ll be back!
Short Read: A Snail’s Search, Part VII
As he contemplated how to get across the Gray, Sylvie’s warnings about its terrible dangers were still fresh in Gaston’s memory. Yet, he felt compelled to go there, feeling that some important event loomed in his future, and that it was inextricably entwined with his quest. He gazed at it with trepidation and worked up his courage.
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The baby snails had congregated at the White and were looking restless. Sophie knew that the recent heavy rain had brought them out, and they could be a handful when they were in groups. The tiny one with the light section of shell finally turned to Sophie, and, nearly shouting with excitement, asked “has Gaston reached the Red yet??”
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There is beauty before you, she said. Look for it. Gaston heard the words as he awoke from his dream. Who had said these words – almost whispered – as he floated in the twilight realm between sleep and wakefulness? He needed to find out. He shifted his shell and continued on.
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