Twiglet #74

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A twiglet is a short phrase. Or a word. Its aim is to “prompt” a flow. A thought. A memory. If something comes to mind, write. A polished piece isn’t the goal; creativity is. Leave a link, if you’d like your work read, but comments should not be expected. Twiglets are posted on Tuesdays.

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    1. I love watching birds at a feeder. The pigeons broke ours; they come in multiples, and all try to land at once. It’s like watching starving pigs at a trough.

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      1. We had a feeder for a while in town, but there were so many feral cats in the neighborhood, using it as a buffet, I gave it up as a bad idea. And there are more birds out here. Old pasture land with a row of mixed hardwoods to the west and evergreens on the north. Lots of bugs. So we see quite a variety. No pigeons, though. I do not miss the pigeons, not one bit. We had problems with cowbirds, so had to give up the cheaper mixes with millet and go to a sunflower, safflower, thistle blend geared to cardinals. Titmice like it, and both gold and house finches. The grosbeaks are the ones making pigs of themselves, but they are so gorgeous they could get away with anything. And they are just pausing, heading north.

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        1. The Audubon Society (or RSPB here) reports that SE England’s climate has changed so much that there’s a lack of bird migration – they just hang around all year long. Even the geese are staying put all winter. That’s not good. And I think my herbs have all drowned in this recent (and current) storm. Everything is mucky and gooey and, well, total ick for lack of a better description.

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  9. Things you can find under
    a bush besides babies:

    Fallen women
    Muddy thinking
    Stone cold sobers
    Dish dirt
    Gravity
    Fifty Shades of Shade
    Interstices, Intrastices, Extrastices
    Rooting for the home team
    Moses, if the bush is burning

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