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CWPates

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#Artist, #Painter and #Writer @ https://substack.com/@downthewoodedpath https://www.cwpates.com/ #Hoarderofrarebirds, #permaculture Please, no blind DMs

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CWPates@cwpates.com · 12mo ago

Pretty Boy Roderickson is one crow short of a "Cock-a-doodle-doo". He’s always been that way, maybe it’s a step forward?

CWPates@cwpates.com · last yr.

Brand new Birchen Laced (?) and gorgeous Spangled Rooster. Some way to meet Roderick’s passing. The Blue has Roderick’s soul, and then some.

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CWPates@cwpates.com · last yr.

"You hear them approach at velocity, collide and buzz around your ears and occasionally get thwarted by ear hairs. But this egregious smite – like a neutrino through lead – flew straight to my eardrum. How thankful of ear hairs I will now remain! The first time I’ve ever heard a fly flap its wings"

Birthday Poem – For Virginia You hear them approach at velocity, collide and buzz around your ears and occasionally get thwarted by ear hairs. But this egregious smite – like a neutrino through lead – flew straight to my eardrum. How thankful of ear hairs I will now remain! The first time I’ve ever heard a fly flap its wings - a mechanical flip-flap for quite some minutes – a wonder I suppose! Meanwhile I was slapping myself on the other side of my head, cork crewing my very smallest finger and pulling at my ear in painful ways. The human part of me was very distressed, something had breached my defenses and was moving to my inner core. Death Star levels of emotion started rising in me, was I that defenseless (and what next)? Then all went silent! For a good few minutes! The gullible half of me relaxed. This small moment must have passed. Or flew off. Two, three minutes nothing. Then pain. My ear ached and my soul ached with distress! flip-flap, Flip-Flap, FLIP-FLAP, then a buzzing epiphany! I held my ear and ran inside. I cork-screwed a Harris Teeter ‘Premium’ tissue into my ear canal. There was some regress from torment, the pain backed off. And upon extraction, some ear wax and hairs and blood. I’d been fed upon! A day that will blight the rest of my life...
CWPates@cwpates.com · last yr.

The moon's my constant mistress, And the lonely owl my marrow; The flaming drake and the night crow make Me music to my sorrow. The spirits white as lightning Would on my travels guide me The stars would shake and the moon would quake Whenever they espied me... by Mad Tom O' Bedlam