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Rated: 13+ · Book · Personal · #1921220
My thoughts released; a mind set free
These pages contain my thoughts, from meandering ideas and persuasions to deep cerebrations and serious mentations.

Why, for what purpose? To release my mind and set creativity free. Somewhere inside the constraints of my mind dwells a writer, a poet, an artist who paints with words. In here I release those constraints and set the artist free.

Perhaps, lost somewhere in the depths of thought, is a story or a poem, waiting to be written.

April 6, 2025 at 8:22pm
April 6, 2025 at 8:22pm
#1086718
It was another nice day today, in the fifties and sunny with a light breeze. I decided to try and find the sidewalk that runs between the house and the garage. Both roofs slope towards it, and the house shades it, so the snow doesn't melt as fast, and all the runoff from the house and garage creates a lot of ice. I shoveled what snow I could; it was packed, wet, and heavy, but I eventually uncovered the ice underneath. I put some salt down and relaxed on the patio while it did its magic.

I had filled the bird feeders yesterday but the birds and squirrels had them pretty well empty, so I refilled them and watched various birds flock to the feeders. After a cup of coffee I returned to my task of chipping the ice away from the sidewalk and busted most of it loose, shoveled it away, and admired the long lost cement walk before calling the dogs in and taking a much deserved break.

Shortly after coming in, I heard Bellah growling at something and went to investigate. I figured it would be the squirrels harassing the feeders, but instead discovered a couple of wild turkeys cleaning up the spilled feed from the ground. The birds were working as a team, the smaller ones landing on the feeder and knocking feed down for the turkeys.

I poured another cup of coffee and returned to the window to watch, and discovered a deer had arrived. She would stand on her back feet, tip the feeder dumping seed on the ground. Then she and the turkeys would eat until it was time to dump some more. Soon the squirrels showed up to join the feast, as well as a couple of rabbits.

I was reminded of a song a I watched the gathering of birds and critters:



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