Quite the Life (and all in Times New Roman 10pt!)
We are blessed with many children.
Children who do not ask for money, the car, the latest mobile, their own car, vacations in places unknown, …
Peanuts. That’s what our children want.
Peanuts and cookies.
The outside children.
Our inside child wants food and treats.
We yield.
To all.
We have them for such a little while, why not?
Turkey, according to many traditions, is a sign of abundance. Of wealth (of spirit, of person, of being. Not necessarily of pocket).
Imagine our wealth upon seeing this glorious flock parade into our yard.
And of course, one must reward wealth with wealth, which is to say, share one’s abundance (and this time, yes, it can be of pocket).
Turkeys know there is safety here. Good, that, as on the far side of our woods – indeed, tearing into it – is some construction. New multi-family housing units.
“New multi-family housing units.”
Isn’t that a wonderfully sterile way to phrase it?
Let them roost in trees as the turkeys do, I say.
At least then all would have an even chance.
So much of mankind’s recent history with The Wild has been one of domination. We are Nature’s experiment with big brains.
You’d think we’d know better.
I met Joseph Carrabis through his former publisher. He’s a fun guy with a wonderful imagination, and a very interesting past in marketing. Today, we’re going to talk all about that, and he’s going to introduce you to his work.
The great and glorious (and everwise. mustn’t forget everwise) Justine Manzano, author of The Order of the Key and other novels, interviewed me on her blog.
We talked about The Augmented Man, my writing process, music I write by, my publishing plan (currently in phase III of IV), examples of good publishers and an example of a bad publisher, blogging about wildlife, and more.
Give it a read.
And comment. It’s always nice when you comment.
It always happens.
You know?
There’s always got to be one who keeps his eye on you.
Making sure you’re not getting away with anything.
There’s always got to be one who spoils the fun because they make sure nothing happens.
In this case, a Tom.
And a young one, too.
Probably doing it to impress the ladies.
That’s how Toms are.
Raccoons can be territorial. Especially around kits and food.
We have lots of raccoons and lots of kits.
We promote peaceful dining by putting out enough food for everyone.
The challenge to this rationale is simple; the more food, the more raccoons. The more raccoons, the more food.
Can you say “cycle”?
We’ve had as many as nineteen racoons visiting us at once. It might have been more. A lot.
Officially, we’d call it “a lot.”
All those “a lot of raccoons” got along fine. We had five piles of food distributed a few yards from each other. The various families got along well. It reminded me of that scene in The Godfather where the Five Families got together to discuss business.
Makes me wonder which of the raccoons in our yard is Marlon Brando.