I was used to felines twining around my ankles, tails flicking the hem of my skirts.
Purring, chittering, sometimes yelling; excitedly, demanding or both.
They knew it was safe here.
I never turned a single one away, no matter what.
My island, however they reached it, was a safe haven.
One day a water-lioness washed ashore.
I healed her wounds and built her a den.
It got a little awkward when SHE tried to twine around my ankles.
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"Who do you spin the sun-light into silk for?"
"Myself," she replied.
"For whom do you make this dress for?"
"For whom do you pluck stars to put in you hair for? A lucky gentleman?"
"For whom do you trim rainbows to make paint for your trimmed nails and smiling lips? A lucky gentlelady?"
"Then who are you putting in all this effort for?"
"Myself," she reminded, donning a mask and gloves to go to the store.
In recent years the way we've come to understand animals and the existence of culture has evolved in interesting new ways.
There's now evidence that a dialect of white throated sparrow song has spreaded across the continent due to populations in western Canada overwintering with populations in central Canada.
Once upon a time, way back in 1985, an artist named Mike Saenz thought he could use his shiny new Macintosh Plus to draw comics. In MacPaint, a simple B&W paint program that predated the concept of "layers". With a mouse. These B&W images then had what looked like watercolors overlaid on them to print the final, full-color comic. It looked something like this:
Narratively, it was a bunch of c...
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#2327 "Oily House Index"
We're underwater on our mortgage thanks to the low price of water.
It got hot enough outside that I had to close the final window. This means I can't hear the birds any more and the house sounds obnoxiously silent.
That's why I'm playing a 2 hour long ambient recording I made of the dawn chorus a few weeks ago. It is amazingly seamless and almost disorienting to hear my exact familiar bird song when I know the window is closed.
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TBF I post about my cats a lot.
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