How do you suppose it was formed? Anybody? Buehler?
I want this rock. Next time we go fishing, I’m going to try to catch it. It’s heavy, but I’m sure it’s pickupable. I think I can pack it out, a mile or so from the river to the truck.
I think I can. I think I can. I think I can.
But, if I can’t, I’ll say, It would be selfish, to take that rock away from the river and keep it all to myself.
Here’s a little patch of shaggy manes, also called lawyer’s wig or shaggy ink cap. Mr. Raven calls them pisshrooms, claiming they grow wherever somebody went. They’re edible before they get inky, but they don’t keep well. You’ve got to cook ’em right away.
A Jury of Crows
I was delighted to see crows gathered up in the field. I refuse to call it a murder. I like jury. A jury of crows.
Yesterday’s Daily PromptReady, Set, Done. Our weekly free-write is back: take ten minutes — no pauses! — to write about anything, unfiltered and unedited. You can then publish the post as-is, or edit a bit first — your call.