We were watching a show about octopuses and their relatives. It was clear that one of everyone's favorite food were crabs and we wondered if the crabs were bitter:
"All we are is somebody's meal!" For our crabby friends:
The couple found that every time they encountered any of the squirrel siblings out in the yard, they talked to them.
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What a relief that the elections went the way they did. A dark cloud that had plagued and weighed heavily on his mind especially during this cycle had lifted. He realized that part of the underlying depression had its source from his lifelong interest in reading history. He knew what happened to people like himself and his wife in authoritarian regimes. Either the camps or being "disappeared" are common outcomes and he did not think he was being overly dramatic. MAGAs had shown themselves both egregiously callous and cruel towards immigrants and it would not be much of a pivot for this to be directed towards Americans who disagreed with MAGA theology.
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While out and about during the season's first snow, he came across several robins in a small tree that were probably freezing their tail feathers and wondering why they hadn't migrated yet. Down the road he saw four Sandhill Cranes who hadn't left yet for their winter homes in Florida. Generally they leave by the end of November.
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The Arctic air and snow have moved past us and the day was sunny and the melt has begun as if it were early February. The giving stone and feeder were busy, even the Crow Bros had stopped in for a snack.
Juncos eating at the giving stone. | |
What lovely seasonal musings! And thanks for sharing the crab appreciation! Crabs deserve love too.
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