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Cathy Linh Che, interviewed by Raj Chakrapani in "The Rumpus Mini Interview Project #144" [ID'd]
Does anybody know what happens if a teacup clown can hatch a bird egg? My little Rumpus has been stealing fertilized eggs from outside and I have concerns as I do not have any plans to be responsible for a baby bird, and I suspect Rumpus may not know what to do with one either. I feel like such a terrible clown keeper, I don’t know how she’s getting out.
This is extra complicated because Rumpus was a rescue, and I suspect that she came from a breeding mill. She has many quirks because of this, and if I try to take the eggs she starts frantically honking and crying. The poor little thing just can’t pull out enough handkerchiefs to keep up with the tears. She also doesn’t seem to be a Sad clown, so I am very worried about the long term effects of this distress.
She is also displaying increased nest aggression and won’t leave, even for food. Sometimes I can only see her hat poking out of the pile of bandanas. One time she bit me (no teeth) when I was trying to clean up a bit. She’s such a sweetheart, I hate seeing her so upset.
TLDR: can my teacup clown hatch bird eggs? What happens if she does?? Help!
When I was done writing it, I understood that things happened just as they were meant to. That I couldn’t have written my book before I did. I simply wasn’t capable of doing so, either as a writer or a person. To get to the point I had to get to write my first book, I had to do everything I did in my twenties. I had to write a lot of sentences that never turned into anything and stories that never miraculously formed a novel. I had to read voraciously and compose exhaustive entries in my journals. I had to waste time and grieve my mother and come to terms with my childhood and have stupid and sweet and scandalous sexual relationships and grow up. In short, I had to gain the self-knowledge that Flannery O’Connor mentions in that quote I wrote on my chalkboard. And once I got there I had to make a hard stop at self-knowledge’s first product: humility.
Sugar, Write Like A Motherfucker
I want to make rumpus like none other