A Rook in my Garden: The Nest Builder

A Rook in my Garden: The Nest Builder

A simple short video of a Rook – or it could be a Crow – that decided to build it’s nest in our garden. It got hold of a cushion from one of our garden chairs … and used the natural fibre stuffing! Nowadays, we keep our garden cushions safely indoors when we are not using them. I hope you enjoy this. Love, Katy.

Memories of Wolves – Initiation

Memories of Wolves – Initiation

Devour and savour the ‘Memories of Wolves: Wolf Rain – Shamanic Initiation’. A deep and vivid poem that leads you into the memories of the wild wolf. Read and enjoy.

Love, Katy.

Memories of Wolves

Wolf Rain – Shamanic Initiation

My muzzle scents rushing blood,
Carpeting the snow red,
Fangs of the Puma.
Tore me apart seeking my heart.
 
Wolves snarling circling,
My brothers howl at Mother Moon,
To light the forest's dark tomb,
Ragged wounds pump scarlet terror.
 
They lay their teeth on my flesh,
Lifting me in soft jaws,
Clawed paws crunch through stars,
To the lair of Grandfather Bear.
 
Mother nuzzles, prods me
Into a nest of rancid hide,
Her muzzle snuffles death-filled slashes,
Pale eyes in white fur stare into my heart.
Black lips part and her tongue
Staunches blood, from torn side,
Ripping off rotting flesh,
Sisters join her. washing, healing,
Cooling my dream-filled fever.
 
They nestle around, beside, above me,
Not one inch of my flesh is left alone.
In delirium I groan and sleep to the beat
Of their protective hearts.
 
Three days pass full of pain,
Brothers, sisters, cubs and love.
I arise healthy again, strong,
But long for my own.
 
I leave their care, their safety
Travelling to the clearing by the lake.
There my brothers shake in horror, and relief,
I smile with black painted lips.
Showing sharp pointed teeth.
 
‘I return from the Dream Quest,
Blessed by the Great Ancestor.
Brother Puma tore apart my ignorant heart,
Sister Wolf sucked it whole again
Filling my new body
With Grandfather Wisdom.
 
Now I return as the Shaman, Wolf Rain.
Tonight around the fire
I will tell you of my terror,
I will tell you of my
Memories of Wolves

Copyright: Katy Walters
Wolf mother and cub

Five Squirrels in Our Garden

Five Squirrels in Our Garden

Another short, happy, video as the two squirrels return … with three pals. Hubby, leaning precariously over a coffee table, managed to capture their antics on video without scaring them away. One of the squirrels was obviously the dominant one, and chased away the others should they get too close to their tasty treats. I used the same uplifting music as before. I hope this brightens up your day!

Music: An Earraigh by Dee Yan Key

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Squirrels and Pigeons in our garden

Squirrels and Pigeons in our garden

A short, happy, video of squirrels and pigeons enjoying tasty treats in our garden. Hubby and I love watching the antics of the birds and animals that often visit. It is wonderful how they get along – as long as there’s enough food for all of them. Sometimes, the squirrels stand outside our patio doors, as if waiting to come in.

Squirrels and Pigeons in our garden
Music: An Earraigh by Dee Yan Key.

Please visit my website, where you will find information about all of my books plus a gallery of my paintings and photos. Love, Katy.

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