Almost forgot…

My eldest brought in a dead female Goldfinch last night, wrapped snugly inside her tank top. At first glance I thought she had been picking herbs from my garden or flowers, but then the dark form’s head wobbled, and I realized it was an animal of some kind (I didn’t have my glasses on, so seeing the details was tough until I got closer). l admit I gasped really loudly once I realized she was clutching a dead bird, and quickly removed her shirt to send her upstairs for a shower. My eldest protested only long enough to say she saw it outside and didn’t want to leave the bird for the outdoor cats that appeared.

I carefully carried the tiny bundle outside to my white planter box AKA my burial plot, and laid the body within a 4 inch deep hole with a whispered apology. After the dirt was patted down gently, I grabbed our large flat offering stone from the front garden and covered her resting place to keep out the tender mercies of the cats that were watching me with indignation and annoyance.

I talked to my eldest afterwards and explained that carrying dead animals in our clothes is not a smart move due to fleas, mites, and germs. And if she finds more dead animals in the future, to let me know instead of carrying them into the house.

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About darkbookworm13

I am a proud mom to 3 beautiful girls, and married to the love of my life. I have been a practicing Witch since the summer of 2003, having studied many different paths over the years, ranging from Wicca, Goddess only worship (courtesy of StarHawk), Eclectic Paganism, Kitchen Witchcraft, Norse Paganism, Hearthcraft, Spiritual Luciferianism, and more. I have worked with the Futhark runes, Brian Froud's Faeries Oracle deck, Tarot decks, and I am currently working on a customized divination set based on collected items. I like to work with herbs, and gardening. I crochet and make handicrafts like wood burned items, paintings, drawings, toys, and hand sewn doll clothes for my daughters. The only title I call my spiritual path is Witchcraft, as using magic entwines deeply with the worship of the Gods who call me Their own. My Patron deity is Loki, who has chosen me as His kin.
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