Straightway cross the field and to my heart's desire
Since the equinox occurred around a quarter after three in my part of the world, I spent the first day of autumn with
rushthatspeaks. We got dinner from Mamaleh's and he showed me an episode of One Piece (1999–) chosen to illustrate the show's worldbuilding and capacity for simultaneous comedy, numinous, and WTF. Before and after that we mostly lay around on the couch and occasionally Rafe, the elder of the two cats, tried to eat my head. Rush sent me a lovely conversation about the care and feeding of skeletons. It was a good start to the season.
This turkey made an elegant harbinger, too.

This turkey made an elegant harbinger, too.


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My brother has actively offered to hunt the rabbits in my parents' yard. The neighborhood is overpopulated—we are bereft of foxes—and they ate a young tree my mother had planted last year.
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(Probably not til after I move, tho'. Unless E. was away for the weekend, I guess.)
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If this plan is seriously undertaken (one impediment is the existence of Sugarbunny, the plush and elegant otter-coated not-for-eating rabbit with whom my niece has been raised), I will let you know! There are so many rabbits in my parents' yard. So many. I'd eat them.