The evil tree rat squirrels have chewed up my third feeder.

I have fixed one of the feeders and I am calling it “Squirrel Surprise Feeder”.


Hope the critter gets the wasabi.
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: critter.
The evil tree rat squirrels have chewed up my third feeder.

I have fixed one of the feeders and I am calling it “Squirrel Surprise Feeder”.


Hope the critter gets the wasabi.
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: critter.
Critter? What do you mean by that? I am not sure I like that! I will give you the side eye, so there!
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For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: critter.
From Chimacum Woods on Mother’s Day.
For Cee’s Flower of the Day.
The flowers float like gold petillant bubbles in the woods, their crackling too soft for my human ears.

I think this is a berry, but I’m not sure. It is on an old farm in Quilcene, gone wild. There is a cherry tree and four rhododendrons, an old chicken coop and an apple tree. Salmonberries and this. What is it?
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: petillant.
I took the bandage off today. I would really like to heal.
The scab between my breasts is bright hot angry red.
I gently scrub with soap and the scab slowly peels
showing the crater in my chest. I am the walking dead.
The small child wants so badly to believe your word is true.
You say you’ll be her friend forever no matter what.
My devil laughs, a cynic. My angel turns away from you.
When you walk away you drag behind each inch of my child’s gut.
I see the wound is pulsing and now I give a start.
You break your word, you lie, to my much abused small child.
The pulsing mass I see is my aching bleeding heart.
Every injury triples on the child you hold inside.
I don’t stop loving even though I am gravely hurt.
You’ve never loved at all: you grind hearts into the dirt.
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For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: snow globe.
A world built of lies, like a snow globe. Detached from reality. Contained, with music, and you can shake it up. It looks so pretty, but it isn’t real.
Chimacum Woods on Mother’s Day.
For Cee’s Flower of the Day.
I am Elwha.
I am a toothsome devil, young, muscular, handsome. I am sixteen pounds of muscle, a tiger cat, ISO of wonderful lady. DON’T get confused by my sister in the photograph. She likes to lean on me sometimes, especially when Mother is gone. Mother has been home, thank goodness. She goes out in the nasty car, but comes back by nighttime. It has been hot this week. She slept in the basement bed one night. My sister and I were a bit worried, it was different and confusing, but she apparently doesn’t have our heat tolerance. We loll in the upstairs when we want the heat.
Contact me, babes. I am in my prime and want to meet the lady cats.
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For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: toothsome.
Taken at the Chimacum Woods on Mother’s Day.
For Cee’s Flower of the Day.
I am reading the list of medical conditions that put people at high risk from Covid-19.
I can nearly say that being a live human “bean”, as Walk Kelly would say, puts one at high risk from Covid-19.
My intuition studies medical conditions
alcohol, overweight, diabetes, drugs
it doesn’t say much about auto emissions
or the healthy power of genuine hugs
hypertension, asthma, bad livers or hearts
Covid could get you if you don’t watch out
I wonder if risks include noxious farts
I’m in denial and not a bit stout
dementia, disability, HIV or depression
check off the ones you don’t have, think positive!
I eat an ice cream bar while secretly confessing
that eating and drinking might be causative
Happy or sad or pie in the sky
There is a daily risk that I could die
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https://www.cdc.gov/coronavirus/2019-ncov/need-extra-precautions/people-with-medical-conditions.html
Really, that list contains nearly everyone.
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