oumahexi
Free Range Witch
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I love the spring. I love to see the sunshine. I love to walk in the park. I love the diversity of wildlife to be found there. I love it that it is the time of the year for propagation.
Today, I encountered a vast verity of species whilst on my daily jaunt. Today, I noticed several Asda carrier bags preparing their nests in the now blossoming trees, many waving, gently, in the hope of attracting their absent partners.
Hedges have become the hiding place for the otherwise shy Tennants Lager cans, whose drunken antics are often lost to passers by. The mating ritual of these coy creatures can often be seen when their inebriated dance spills closer to the footpath.
The Walkers Crisp packets frolic wildly in the open fields, often finding themselves under attack by their closest rival, the Greggs bag.
Oh how I love the spring.
Today, I encountered a vast verity of species whilst on my daily jaunt. Today, I noticed several Asda carrier bags preparing their nests in the now blossoming trees, many waving, gently, in the hope of attracting their absent partners.
Hedges have become the hiding place for the otherwise shy Tennants Lager cans, whose drunken antics are often lost to passers by. The mating ritual of these coy creatures can often be seen when their inebriated dance spills closer to the footpath.
The Walkers Crisp packets frolic wildly in the open fields, often finding themselves under attack by their closest rival, the Greggs bag.
Oh how I love the spring.