Life Cycles Syau and I found this deceased Gray Catbird on the sidewalk. No blood. No signs of trauma. I placed him in the grassy area near the woods, where he’ll provide sustenance for other wildlife. I say “he” loosely because male and female Catbirds are identical. It’s the closest…

Nosy questions and honest answers — How can I resist Penny Grubb’s invitation to answer ten nosy — ah, inquisitive — questions? I can’t. So here we go. After using something around the house, do you put it back immediately after use or leave it lying around? Nine times out of ten, I put items back…

The Journey of Life March Prompt — Health is a chain. Break one link and the others weaken. In 2021, I discovered how vulnerable my health is and how broken our health systems are. It all started with the Covid pandemic. No, I didn’t get the virus. In fact, I did an admirable job of avoiding it…

Enhancing English weather words — Look at the photo above. See the silvery, soft rain that’s falling? What would you call that? The Merriam-Webster Thesaurus calls it: drizzle / sprinkle / mist / mizzle / spit / scud First, what the heck is scud?? That’s a new word for me, and a very unattractive word…

February Snapshots Challenge — February was different than any month in the past three years — I took a vacation and spent four nights away from home! Thanks to Covid, my life has been limited to my area of North Central Florida. If I go anywhere, it’s outdoors and near my home — like…

Sunday, our morning and noon walks were surprisingly short, but Syau and I did our Long Loopsy route in the evening. As Syau sniffed around…

A poem of memories — He says, You only remember the bad. What a sad way to live. My jagged, scarred memories clearer, sharper / backlit and glowing / like a Cuidado sign on wet floors or a gator in the morning sun / like the raised hand of a crossing guard / existing to…

Morning poetry —

March Six Word Photo Story Challenge: “Movement” — Getting there the best way possible. Gallinules swim like ducks, spending most of their lives afloat or on floating vegetation, but they are not ducks. They are birds. Birds that rarely fly. But, ya know, sometimes a bird’s gotta do whatever it can to get from one place to another, and swimming isn’t always the best…