Day 1 update:
My impression of the birds at my feeder today:
Chickadees: oh hey what’s up imma just snack here real quick yum bye see you in a minute
Grackle: HEY does anyone work here, HEY the buffet needs refilling, hellOOOO
Finches: oh my god, stop standing there, you’re SO RUDE, I’m calling my boyfriend. (Boyfriend arrives. In unison:) fuck off, this is our table!! (I go inside) SO rude, we really should complain
Woodpecker: ʇɐǝ oʇ ǝɯᴉʇ 'lɐd ǝɹǝɥʇ ᴉH
The dream is always the queer compound and maybe in that queer compound there are some kids who want to come hang out with my cats and eat baked goods.
This is, for once, less about the heartbreaking loss of my family-in-law and more about my just being made for being the cool aunt.
How it’s going
I don’t know why but the part where the birds sort of smooshes the nest material down to compress it by stomping on it is just making my life.
For being an Extremely Online Person I have been so not paying attention to anything lately. Feel kind of guilty about it but also, we are all doing the best we can so.
Also did y’all know that Orville Peck covered “Fancy”? Imagine Johnny Cash turned a Reba song into a trans sex worker tale. I have literal chills all over.
your friendly neighborhood scarf witch. (she/they)
More queer, more garden.