Congrats on spending time with such a lovely creature, Twisty. I used to ride horses when I was a young girl, so I understand the love of them.

I’m glad you got to spend your time away from blogging with such a gorgeous and amiable companion! I’m sorry you had to come back to this awful Patriarchal bull from Obama. I am so glad that you are out there to skewer this ridiculous junk properly!

I had to find new homes for my girls, two horses and a BLM adopted burro, when I moved from the US to Downunder. Six years on and I still miss them.

High point of my week so far has been watching a great egret noshing on an endangered species. Three or four red-legged frog snacks, in fact, just in the few minutes we watched, and the egret and a young great blue heron were in that little pond before we got there and after we left and they showed no intention of calling a cab to go home. Yeesh. Little thrashing frog legs.

Well, we got to watch, close-up, as an adult peregrine flew stunts and/or hunted something on the ground in a stiff wind for two-three minutes. In peregrine terms, that’s a long time.

It all would’ve been better on horseback.

Husbands are the worst, but sons are often included. And I ask myself, how sick is a culture that raises men to be so devoid of love that their mothers feel unloved by them? This proves to me beyond a shadow of a doubt that male supremacy has become sicker and sicker as time passes.

Whenever I dream of a post-patriarchal paradise, I look at the simple love animals have and wish it were the same between people. At least between family members. Because one of the essential elements of animal love and companionship is that they don’t share our culture. A human being, sans human culture, would be a beautiful thing.