POV: the small dog has been washed, and is now free of the bathtub

Hi, hello, I am on the “azure thing above us” platform as Whalefern, if you would like to say hi there.

in the golden light of late afternoon, a crow carries a ruffled potato chip to our rain gutter, and stashes it there for safekeeping

motivating myself through today’s stress via the imminent start of Beach Naturalist volunteer training. I’ve been looking forward to this since I found out the program existed last summer and I’m SO EXCITED to learn and participate.

I’m recovering from surgery so am taking it easy but my mom has agreed to help pack any orders that come in for items I made pre-surgery.

It would make my week to get my first sale(s) through the shop website I built

shop.noncompliantcyborg.com

I make all the embroidery at home

sea lions got rowdy at the park yesterday

oddly relieved to learn from recent bloodwork that I’m anemic; it’s prob not the only reason I’m so exhausted all the time, but it’s a factor with (usually?) a concrete solution.

these green-winged teals have decided to be sandpipers. hours of waddling across the marsh, heads down, leaving little trails in the mud with their busy bills.