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Watch neked chicks camsax room

[elissa365g]

Bang naughty hazel

[bard-owl]

Source: FromScratchFarmstead on IG.

Absolute goals. I wish them all the luck in the world.

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[prettybird-ie]

after the very 'honorable' discharge of simon ghost riley, he had little left to fly back to. a crummy apartment in manhattan more occupied by rats than himself, torn and faded photos thrown into a dusty locked box, and few personal articles of clothing not issued by the military.

so he left.

abandoned most things to be thrown out to where ever it is neglected objects go. weaved through the state till he was so far off grid laswells watchful eyes had lost his shadow. blended behind the trees and foliage of the country side.

he recollected his bearings, what was left at least. establishing a small corner all for himself, using his background to build a small house meant strictly for one. lean muscles pulled as he constructed things to his subpar expectations. rarely did he leave for the closest town — six hours out — to stock on produce seeds, animals, and materials to stretch his builds larger.

his best friend had become the local barn owl that occupied the trees. occasionally glimpses of wings silently cutting through the night whilst he sat out with the crickets and the new moon.

it was quiet, couldnt decipher if that was good or bad. but he adapted as all good men do.

nearly flipped a switch hearing the barking of a dog, paws kissing mud as they strayed closer to his little community. cows panicking with the calls of sheep, gun immediately gripped in his hands. eyes trained on the runty border collie yipping through the area, wet nose looming after simons scent in curiosity.

his shot was perfectly lined up, ready to cut through the silky fur of the mutt. half expecting to already see as white fur tainted to a coppery red. least, he was. you pining after the dog was quite the distraction.

"winnie! the hell you doin'!"

the barn own, barny your creativity dubbed it, was still his best bud. dog never stop barking enough for simon to get his two cents in. you were similar, always yapping the ears off simon. like mutt like dog he guessed. sing songing whilst you skimmed for the newest harvet of the seasons, watching for the prettiest spring onions and most succulent carrots.

course, you cried every time simon had to butcher one of the animals, cows especially. insisting on burying the skull as an exchange of gratitude everytime. then youd skip inside, belly soon full with supper and attitude fixed as simon greedily bent you over afterwards.

as simon extended the home to your liking, you and winnie would trail after. color bombing each room to the perfected tastes of yours. youd let chickens in through the front door, giggling as their feathered feet wandered around the stead. simon grumbled, swearing it unfair. he had never run away so fast until you chased him out of the house for leaving a trail of mud his wake in.

made him all assortments of things with the wool of your favorite sheep. whining once more everytime he ruined your latest creation in favor for pulling more babbles from your lips.

with all the commotion you brought, simon decided he liked noise the best.

[todaysbird]

Why One Group is Suing the Government Over Malathion, a Dangerous Pesticide - Modern Farmer

Malathion, a commonly used pesticide for both agricultural use and home gardening, has had a long and widely disputed history. First approve

writing this piece served as an (unwelcome) reminder that we will likely see much less transparency around pesticides + negative impacts from chemicals generally in the next 4 years. exercise caution, do your own research, and advocate against 'solutions' we know to be harmful.