Cathy Cade's Blog: Writing Wrinkles, page 6

Word’s Getting About

Twitters are spreading… No – not that kind! Word is getting around. I now have two robins visiting daily. this morning, they faced each other under the peanut feeder (I wasn’t quick enough to catch them on camera) and then one flew instead to the bird table (grubs) followed by a quick visit to the … Continue reading Word’s Getting About

Jay and Robin, Five for Silver (23)

Day Eighteen, Jay After a full day’s rest, I felt better, and made sure to say so. Once settled in its sling, the throbbing in my hand had receded to a background ache, so long as I didn’t try to move it. No rider had turned up looking for us. The wagons from the fair … Continue reading Jay and Robin, Five for Silver (23)

Early Ducklings

These appeared last week. The swans are only just thinking about nesting. These are a pair of Egyptian geese that were introduced to the lake. The last pair of ‘different’ ducks that were introduced have disappeared without trace, but these seem determined to stay. (He is VERY noisy!) They seem to spend a lot of … Continue reading Early Ducklings

Jay and Robin, Five for Silver (22)

Day Seventeen Day Seventeen Jay The next two days were a blur of pain, and road, and trees, and sky, and more pain. I’d used my undershirt to fashion a sling for travelling and hoped the weather wouldn’t turn colder. When a stumble jogged my hand, the pain that shot through me made me gasp … Continue reading Jay and Robin, Five for Silver (22)

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Day Fifteen Jay Our destination was the inn called the World’s End, on Wendale’s border at the foot of the Llannoc mountains. We didn’t plan to stay at the inn itself but to rest out of sight for a day or two and wait for the Seagen convoy. There was no cover for us in … Continue reading Jay and Robin, Five for Silver (21)

Jay and Robin, Five for Silver (20)

Kip and Brook helped me with Ira’s grave. Redbreasts watched us dig, waiting for worms to appear. Sal and Aspen’s remains were here somewhere, but their location was unimportant. If funeral smoke had truly borne Ira’s spirit to the shades, they would reunite there, not underneath four ells of riverside dirt. A chill wind blew … Continue reading Jay and Robin, Five for Silver (20)

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Day Fourteen Jay I woke early and alone. I scrambled to my feet and must have looked as devastated as I felt, because Storm, who was already dressed, stopped saddling Blaze and hurried to where I stood drooping like yesterday’s daisy-chain. “Of course, I wouldn’t leave without saying goodbye.” Storm hugged me, but I pushed … Continue reading Jay and Robin, Five for Silver (19)

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Day Thirteen, Robin I was a dandelion seed freed from its stem. Fern picked up my mood and skipped around my feet as I hummed at the sink. The day passed lightly with no expectation of Ira to weigh it down or Jay to distract me, and the tarlings responded well to my buoyancy. After … Continue reading Jay and Robin, Five for Silver (18)

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Day Thirteen, Jay Shamed by our lazy lakeside day, we resolved to spend the next exploring. After a leisurely breakfast we were thinking of moving when a regular beat from downriver resolved into the high-pitched overhead whoosh of swans in flight. The pair landed neatly on our lake and floated serenely as their lofty gaze … Continue reading Jay and Robin, Five for Silver (17)

Preserving the evidence

Let’s make the charitable assumption that this bag was dropped by mistake and not just left there. Even if you pay more for (eventually) biodegradable poo bags – which I doubt, if you are a person liable to discard them at random – why bag it up to leave it in the forest? Don’t get … Continue reading Preserving the evidence