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[witchscauldron]

mmm. Cleaning up my dead crow bits today. Went out and collected them just as a storm started rolling in.

We're having awesome storms here, almost daily, sometimes multiple times a day. I just want to take them all in.

More beading, as if that is news. Been working on just some seed-bead stuff, since I've sort of been neglecting them.

Toffee Crisp Peak Freans. 'nuff said.

Hoping the humidity fecks off today. 'tis making me grumpy as hell.

Hope all the Murricans are enjoying their holiday.

Time to vanish again. See you when I see you.
-M.

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[morgandria.livejournal.com]

Hehe. People find it morbid, but I know that at least I honour the spirit of the bird, rather than just letting it rot, and I use what I take.

The skulls on these poor fellows told quite a tale. One bird was quite young and looks like it took a rock to the skull. The other one was much older, and might not have had much longer even if it hadn't been hit by a vehicle. The left side of the back of his skull was caved in badly, and the bones were all fairly brittle. I now have three skulls, though, and will be glad if I never have a reason to collect another from the side of the road. My Morrigan shrine looks very full these days.

[yelth.livejournal.com]

Exactly! To me it is an honouring/respect thing. And due to the nature of my creative interests, artistic. But I never destroy a skull.

Skulls can tell you so much. I find it utterly fascinating. For example, my fave. I have a fisher skull I collected in study that tells quite a tale. The zygomatic arch on one side, and cranium suffered a severe trauma....then healed. Both his canines were broken (and worn smooth) and you could see how his bones were growing brittle with age. All teeth are worn to nubs. He's the "ugliest" skull but what a tale and life he must of lead.

I hope you don't have to collect any more, but sadly, this is the time of the year the young ones usually don't graduate from car knowledge. :(

[morgandria.livejournal.com]

Yes. :( It is sad-making. I spend a lot of time looking at the sides of the roads when I travel at this time of year. It is part of my geas, and my relationship with my gods and totem, that if I see a crow I should either at least give it an honourable burial off the side of the road, or take it home and make a place of honour for its' skull if I can, so that the seat of its' soul is intact and it recieves its' due.

I like early August better, though, when they're molting and I can find feathers without having to also find a body.