Chicken Sacrifice

Today, we are discussing chicken sacrifice. Graphically.*

The big picture. From one angle... and the other.

Discussion among the hens. Is it ethical? Will this truly empower our baby?

Chanting. The sacrifice is drugged and ready.

The white swan in the corner gazes steadfastly to the egg on the other side.

Then this.

Still, the white swan looks away. A new order is born.

Was this calamity courtesy of the chickens? The toucan? The white swan? The egg? Or was it the gods, angry at chicken stupidity?

Sacrifice is meant to make one stronger. Did it work for any of them? Well, the chickens ended up wasted, which wasn't much of a change. The white swan ended up as guardian of a super baby (this sounds dreadful). And the toucan exercised patience and came out alive. 

What do you think? I think I'm happy the toucan gets to keep sucking on its cherry.

Oh yeah, the gods? They got tired of sacrifices and are moving on to mummification.

*Photos by me, terraforming by Sunshine and Squish.

Have Hope

My dear readers,

Now that the goal has changed and I am writing, I’m really writing. Just kind of intense like that. So I've decided I won’t waste your time with weekly filler (which would be filler if I didn't give the right time on it). Instead, I’ll share when I have meaningful and good stuff for you.

Meanwhile, these tulips are to show you that the groundhog was wrong. Spring is coming.

Love always,

Elm