Owl and Woodpecker are neighbours, but not friends. Owl does nothing but complain about Woodpecker’s pecking, which interrupts his daytime sleeping. The feud between the two gets so big, and the owl’s temper so foul, that the other forest animals try to intercede, but to no avail. Even a pair of hard-working beavers gnawing away at Owl’s tree trunk won’t get him to move. But Owl has an enormous change of heart when Woodpecker’s bravery, and his pecking, save Owl’s life.
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Creating Hell for Fun and Profit , , I – Suffer the Women and Children , , , , What becomes of unwanted children? Pimped out or outright sold for sadistic pleasures? Dying on broken streets of dise…Wind Song Myths
‘In one of the most urgent tasks of our lifetimes – stopping our government from continuing to arm Israel – we all have a role to play.’
https://www.theguardian.com/commentisfree/2024/oct/18/jews-shut-down-new-york-stock-exchnage-why
#StopArmingIsrael #JewishVoiceforPeace
Go ahead. Slow-blink at your cat. It will start a non-verbal conversation
#caturday
https://www.sciencealert.com/study-confirms-a-simple-trick-to-communicate-with-your-catStudy Confirms a Simple Trick to Communicate With Your Cat : ScienceAlert
Cats have a reputation for aloofness (and flooffiness), but if you and your feline friend aren't bonding, maybe you're just not speaking their language.Michelle Starr (ScienceAlert)
https://open.substack.com/pub/heidicuda/p/the-gravediggers-how-hitlers-elite?r=qtl66&utm_campaign=post&utm_medium=webTHE GRAVEDIGGERS: How Hitler’s Elite Business Supporters Were Executed By Hanging
And other cautionary tales about the fate of those who back fascists from the Keppler Circle filesHeidi Siegmund Cuda (Bette Dangerous)
In between scribbles...
Rustling leaves
The autumn breeze is
a crisply dry woodwind
The last sunlight
saluting at the horizon
Mirrored by stars
Flickering patterns
The light plays with foliage
Hitting my paper
Now the sky is black
But I remember
the white cherry blossoms
While errantis giggle
when rhododendrons snore
which awakens the heather
Cold night against my skin
The unguarded room
& the sound of the last mosquito of the year
An October mosquito
hatched in the climate heat
pokes its proboscis into my arm, as a form of thanks
Fragments
Time capsules from eons
Grain of sand in my hand
Grains of sand words which create handles
i grab
terms with -
Which opens new doors..
TsL 2024
