Wednesday, November 30, 2011

Guest Post, by Me Bhiksu: We are hanging in there, waiting for Halibut's Annual Solstice Dinner and Talent Show

When Halibut is blacker than usual, he crawls into the back of his cold cave and doesn't come out for weeks.

He has been there for a while now. My brother and I think a warm spot beside a pig is best.

We know a pig who is very friendly on a dark day. He has the right colour and smell.

Anyone who needs cheering up should meet one soon.

Yours truly Bhiksu

Friday, November 4, 2011

An extra hour to prowl

The great millstone of the year grinds round, and we once again enter the dark days when the sparrows witter on their leafless twigs. It's much easier to find them that way. That may be why, when everyone else is sinking into the gloom, I feel more tail-lashingly frisky, more glowing-coal alert, hungrier than ever for furred and feathered victims.

I am looking out of my den now at a sky of pale blue, glaring and tinged with a grimy horizon. Daylight  will soon become dusk and the hour to hunt. I will exhale a hiss of relief.