Forwarded from Hyperborean Radio (The Final Episodes) (T.L.K.)
Scarecrows are not actually used to scare crows, the clever birds don't fall for such tricks. In actuality the Scarecrow is actually a pagan idol used to reference a Fertility God or spirit. In Greece an early version was put up in honor of Priapus, in Germany they represented the spirit of the field and Frau Harke a Saxon Goddess was depicted as a scarecrow during Carnival. It has also been referenced as connected to gods like Wode, a Corn god. In Pennsylvania Dutch Folklore The Butzemann is a Scarecrow given the breath of life and protects the field, he is activated on Groundhog Day and retired on Halloween, lest his plant spirit be plucked by the Wild Hunt and a more mischievous Nature spirit enter the scarecrow body. There are also numerous festivals and traditions surrounding Scarecrows often corresponding to Harvest periods, a callback to ancient fertility rites.-TLK
Forwarded from Beowulfsmal
My heart feels heavy today for the White Stag. I am often not very moved by death. I've lived with it all my life. I lost more than i can count. But this one hurts me. My heart hurts. We can not keep living like this.
I would love to learn the names of those involved in killing this perfect creature. I would sere them into my brain until a day i may confront them.
😢😞
I would love to learn the names of those involved in killing this perfect creature. I would sere them into my brain until a day i may confront them.
😢😞
Forwarded from Wild Folk
Whoever pulled the trigger will hereafter be cursed. This is an omen for things to come, even the mere sighting of a stag marks coming change. The killing of it will not go unpunished.
Forwarded from dwtruthwarrior 🇨🇦 (David Whitehead)
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HOLD THE F’N LINE 🔥🛡⚔️
Forwarded from Diane
Loved this.... passing it on🐝🐝🐝🐝🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯
My dad has bees.🐝Today I went to his house and he showed me all of the honey he had gotten from the hives. He took the lid off of a 5 gallon bucket full of honey and on top of the honey there were 3 little bees, struggling. They were covered in sticky honey and drowning. I asked him if we could help them and he said he was sure they wouldn't survive. Casualties of honey collection I suppose.
I asked him again if we could at least get them out and kill them quickly, after all he was the one who taught me to put a suffering animal (or bug) out of its misery. He finally conceded and scooped the bees out of the bucket. He put them in an empty Chobani yogurt container and put the plastic container outside.
Because he had disrupted the hive with the earlier honey 🍯 collection, there were bees flying all over outside.
We put the 3 little bees in the container on a bench and left them to their fate. My dad called me out a little while later to show me what was happening. These three little bees were surrounded by all of their sisters (all of the bees are females) and they were cleaning the sticky nearly dead bees, helping them to get all of the honey off of their bodies. We came back a short time later and there was only one little bee left in the container. She was still being tended to by her sisters.
When it was time for me to leave we checked one last time and all three of the bees had been cleaned off enough to fly away and the container was empty.
Those three little bees lived because they were surrounded by family and friends who would not give up on them, family and friends who refused to let them drown in their own stickiness and resolved to help until the last little bee could be set free.
Bee Sisters. Bee Peers. Bee Teammates. ❣️
We could all learn a thing or two from these bees. 🐝 🐝 🐝
I did not write this I should add, but love it. Bee kind always.
My dad has bees.🐝Today I went to his house and he showed me all of the honey he had gotten from the hives. He took the lid off of a 5 gallon bucket full of honey and on top of the honey there were 3 little bees, struggling. They were covered in sticky honey and drowning. I asked him if we could help them and he said he was sure they wouldn't survive. Casualties of honey collection I suppose.
I asked him again if we could at least get them out and kill them quickly, after all he was the one who taught me to put a suffering animal (or bug) out of its misery. He finally conceded and scooped the bees out of the bucket. He put them in an empty Chobani yogurt container and put the plastic container outside.
Because he had disrupted the hive with the earlier honey 🍯 collection, there were bees flying all over outside.
We put the 3 little bees in the container on a bench and left them to their fate. My dad called me out a little while later to show me what was happening. These three little bees were surrounded by all of their sisters (all of the bees are females) and they were cleaning the sticky nearly dead bees, helping them to get all of the honey off of their bodies. We came back a short time later and there was only one little bee left in the container. She was still being tended to by her sisters.
When it was time for me to leave we checked one last time and all three of the bees had been cleaned off enough to fly away and the container was empty.
Those three little bees lived because they were surrounded by family and friends who would not give up on them, family and friends who refused to let them drown in their own stickiness and resolved to help until the last little bee could be set free.
Bee Sisters. Bee Peers. Bee Teammates. ❣️
We could all learn a thing or two from these bees. 🐝 🐝 🐝
I did not write this I should add, but love it. Bee kind always.
Forwarded from Time of Transition (Bernhard Guenther & Laura Matsue) (Bernhard Guenther)
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