After coppicing The turkeys come. They stand and bow; Need not know how We release borers Into their custody, Digestive tracts-- And honor acts of Kindness, sacrifice, Cruelty, food chain. This is how the universe Remains in mystery. It is also a nursery.
Such a delightful meal for the feathered friends until Thanksgiving dinner, it's our turn to savour the process of those delightful morsels. Hugs, Julia
Oh Julia, after 70 years of mainly rural living, I have made friends with so many wild turkeys (and their lovely families), who shelter in our woody end, that I've lost my taste for their meat. If presidents can pardon one turkey per year, I pardon the rest. Still, I try not to get sentimental about beef. Hugs appreciated and reciprocated --thanks!
Indeed. When I pull a cut worm from our tomato plants, the impulse is to squish it with my boot. Instead, I drop it into the chicken pen and let nature sort it out.
You do the chickens a great kindness, Rick. The worms would otherwise transmogrify into moths, get in the house and eat holes in the clothes. So your good service extends to our closets. Thanks!
0-Jenny there are so many words that have left my mind in the 11 years since retiring from public gardening --words that were important on invoices, like coppicing, pollarding, dynamiting, brachiating and screaming for help. I trust you are also well --you're important to me.
0_Jenny, it's true! I am an average-sized man and when stuck up a tree it took a lot of well-trained monkeys to save me. Handlers charge by the barrel and it can be pretty steep. Insurance companies don't cover it. Is anybody working on this?
Dear Joanne, I cannot expound on "exactly" but sure appreciate your use of the word here. We are all young students of Nature --no matter what our ages. "Exactly", speaks volumes of progress in that regard, and I sure appreciate it.
I've eaten many turkeys but never apologized to any. Your gently parenthetical "sorry turkeys..." bespeaks food-chain manners better than mine. Stay safe and well, dear Lisa.
Such a delightful meal for the feathered friends until Thanksgiving dinner, it's our turn to savour the process of those delightful morsels.
ReplyDeleteHugs, Julia
Oh Julia, after 70 years of mainly rural living, I have made friends with so many wild turkeys (and their lovely families), who shelter in our woody end, that I've lost my taste for their meat. If presidents can pardon one turkey per year, I pardon the rest. Still, I try not to get sentimental about beef. Hugs appreciated and reciprocated --thanks!
DeleteIndeed. When I pull a cut worm from our tomato plants, the impulse is to squish it with my boot. Instead, I drop it into the chicken pen and let nature sort it out.
ReplyDeleteYou do the chickens a great kindness, Rick. The worms would otherwise transmogrify into moths, get in the house and eat holes in the clothes. So your good service extends to our closets. Thanks!
DeleteEverybody has to eat, it's true. And you've given me a new word, yet again - coppice. A very useful one indeed.
ReplyDeleteI hope you and Norma and your family are all well, Geo.
0-Jenny there are so many words that have left my mind in the 11 years since retiring from public gardening --words that were important on invoices, like coppicing, pollarding, dynamiting, brachiating and screaming for help. I trust you are also well --you're important to me.
DeleteWait - you charged for screaming for help?? Sounds painful but enriching :D
Delete0_Jenny, it's true! I am an average-sized man and when stuck up a tree it took a lot of well-trained monkeys to save me. Handlers charge by the barrel and it can be pretty steep. Insurance companies don't cover it. Is anybody working on this?
DeleteExactly!
ReplyDeleteDear Joanne, I cannot expound on "exactly" but sure appreciate your use of the word here. We are all young students of Nature --no matter what our ages. "Exactly", speaks volumes of progress in that regard, and I sure appreciate it.
DeleteCoppicing is such a lovely thing, I am focusing on it particularly as I don't want to confess what we are cooking for dinner today (sorry turkeys...)
ReplyDeleteI've eaten many turkeys but never apologized to any. Your gently parenthetical "sorry turkeys..." bespeaks food-chain manners better than mine. Stay safe and well, dear Lisa.
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