tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6500425810028077954.post805964681053248672..comments2023-12-16T08:10:02.915+00:00Comments on Wishbone Soup Cures Everything: The Hedgebirds And The River JumpLisa Southardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09711376747848601409noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6500425810028077954.post-26575621786584166532019-07-31T08:50:35.001+01:002019-07-31T08:50:35.001+01:00Ah, I too have been caught up in stuff (land hunti...Ah, I too have been caught up in stuff (land hunting mostly!) and can sympathise. I have knee scuffs from beach rocks, and one rear bruise from a tree :-) <br />Glad that Mother Dove was there to remind us of love and wisdom xxAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6500425810028077954.post-64253865225371318702019-07-31T08:45:43.623+01:002019-07-31T08:45:43.623+01:00The world can't function without death, indeed...The world can't function without death, indeed - it's the lack of balance these days that is hard to come to terms with. Living in the woods is a good perspective - trees are the best at dying, they slowly morph into rich earth.<br />Incidentally, there's a bakery somewhere here that sells 'roadkill pie' but it turns out that they use pheasant, pigeon and deer from the butchers not the curb. Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6500425810028077954.post-9695984509300781152019-07-17T20:21:27.273+01:002019-07-17T20:21:27.273+01:00Dear Lisa, I've been remiss, wanted to respond...Dear Lisa, I've been remiss, wanted to respond for 2 weeks but but have been too very busy with stuff going on. We got stuff! Just returned from helping Norma clear out her mother's house, tried to move a heavy thing and ended up on my fundament(wazoo) in the gutter. I came home and found a fledgling dove at the pumphouse door, stood aside so he could escape. Then his mother called from a nearby laurel and he worked his unfamiliar feathers until wings got out and he could fly --bounced lightly off the door sailed over my shoulder. Birds should listen to their mothers more. So should we all.Geo.https://www.blogger.com/profile/16221314320558128986noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6500425810028077954.post-21679975717282498582019-07-16T20:25:31.571+01:002019-07-16T20:25:31.571+01:00It is hard to make sense of death, even with a wil...It is hard to make sense of death, even with a wild animal. Living in the woods has altered my perspective over time. Now, when I see a carcass on the road, my first thought is, "Someone will eat it." Circle of Life can seem trite and dismissive. But it is real. The Armchair Squidhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13509001761075530940noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6500425810028077954.post-29464351058162010472019-07-05T09:18:55.708+01:002019-07-05T09:18:55.708+01:00Dear Susan, I would never want to shut you up :-) ...Dear Susan, I would never want to shut you up :-) Thank you for kind words and positive vibes xxAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6500425810028077954.post-45443411239018968722019-07-03T15:51:09.627+01:002019-07-03T15:51:09.627+01:00Wow. Your way with words... with meaning... leaves...Wow. Your way with words... with meaning... leaves me speechless. <br /><br />Well not really. As much as I love it, it's darned near impossible to shut me up. :)<br /><br />But really. This poem is magnificent. You've got writing chops out the wazoo.Susan Flett Swiderskihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09425315552148200073noreply@blogger.com