Nor do the wind, the sun or the rain...
Thanks for the shoutout!
Birds might come for us if we covered ourselves in seeds.
Beautiful post, brilliant coupling of topics, thank you ❤️
Lovely story - I now have a clearer understanding of why bird shit is good luck.
Chloe, I wanted to go back to your earlier posts and thank you for your observations and audio.
“While literally praying that I hadn’t fed him too much while he was unable to excrete anything, I filled a small bowl with warm water and wetted a cotton bud, before spending the next ten minutes very gently and very slowly, so as not to damage any of his feathers, moistening and removing the dried poop.”
I have chickens and here in America we have a rather unfortunate name for this rather unfortunate condition: “pasty butt.” It wasn’t my choice.
But since “cloaca” is the Latin term for “drain” or “sewer”, it appears that clogged cloacae are a problem for us both. 💀🚽 (I swear I won’t leave these on every comment)
This is a great introductory piece.
I am deeply fascinated by death, for many reasons but a major reason is that it’s gonna happen to all of us and yet so many of us seem hellbent on ignoring it. Which seems like a crazy phenomenon to me.
I’m also a big fan of birds because to put it simply I’m obsessed with flying. You could even say I’m jealous of birds (the flying ones anyway).
I was also really impressed with how well you weaved these topics together while also sprinkling humour throughout.
I look forward to reading more of your pieces. And I subscribed to help David out, of course.
P.S - I’m also a philosophy major so you kinda hooked me with that little tid-bit as well.
Wow...This is so beautifully expressed. Nearly moved me to tears! 🌺
Lovely, Chloe! 💕
Thanks for this Chloe. It's a wonderful time of year to bring loving awareness to our flying friends and impermanence. I look forward to reading more!