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"I was not born to drown."

The last day of March, again.

We have snow coming, today and tomorrow. Likely only an inch or so, and it'll all be melted away by Sunday, probably. But, fuck all, I'm sick of this. Currently, it's 39˚F, with the windchill at 33˚F. In Birmingham, it's 63˚F, and the high will be 75˚F., and it's not going to snow.

Yesterday, I read through "Ballad of a Catamite Revolver" and made a bunch of line edits. I very much like this story; it just works. Then I pulled together the one hundred and thirty-fourth issue of the digest, which, technically, is the one hundred and thirty-fifth issue. It went out early yesterday afternoon.

Today is a day off. We're going to see Ghost in the Shell.

There was other work. Oh, and rumor has it Dear Sweet Filthy World will be released today, but I suspect it'll be a few days more before copies are sighted in the wild.

And there's not much else to yesterday. Spooky was in South County again, feeding chickens and minding cats and whatnot, and she took photographs of a land where spring is desperately trying to come.

Resistance, Peace, and Compassion,
Aunt Beast

All photographs Copyright © 2017 by Kathryn A. Pollnac


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Mar. 31st, 2017 08:02 pm (UTC)
Barred rock or dominique, Easter eggers and I think either a Cochin or Brahma hen, though I have to see if she had feathers on the inside of her legs. The cochin/brahma isn't ill is she, just asking because she looks a little hunched over. If it makes you feel any better the chickens hate the rain and snow just as much. And will complain to their humans very much about it.
Though you gotta love young chicks in the spring, do you have favorite breed ?

Edited at 2017-03-31 08:05 pm (UTC)
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