Know Thyself by paying attention to your stream of consciousness….
I like storms. I like to be as close to them as possible, during the worse of it, while remaining dry.
I was recently watching a storm and realizing I enjoyed it when I thought of the animals in my hood. There are no open ranges in sight where I call home, but as it also is not Times Square, we have wildlife. As I have mentioned in an earlier post we have a copious amounts of birds that like to welcome the day all together each morning at 4am. But where do they go during unusually aggressive weather? There aren’t a ton of wise-owl sized holes in 400 year old oak trees that I can see from my porch. Where do they go? I know they make it through the worst of the storms due to the aforementioned daily 4am singalong, but I’m confused as to where and how. I’ve seen some of these flimsy things y’all call nests, one ambitious squirrel or a microburst and it’s toast. Do they have an agreement like emergency sleepovers where they bunk with the larger animals in dens? Somewhere there is a place big enough for the massive raccoons and enormous turkeys to lay their substantial heads. Do the little birds jam themselves in tailpipes or form little bird chains holding onto one another beak to claw through hurricanes in holly bushes?
Anyways, that’s where my mind went. Day dreaming is underrated in my opinion.
Sit down and see where yours goes.
Last Updated on 10/21/2025 by Death of Hypatia Inc.
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