Iona Winter

Category: chooks

  • Feathered Friends and Activism

    I started this blog off a few days ago, and for one reason or another it was incomplete. Being one for tidying up loose ends, here’s the completed version of a somewhat altered chain of thought and reflection. Yesterday I was awoken by loud bangs, and said out loud, “Who on earth…

  • And remember to breathe…

    Yes…well…I signed off social media in order to begin my re-write of ‘The Novel’. And I did do a major chunk. Truly, I did. And then I stopped. Why? Because the intensity of such a close relationship called for some time out. Then, I got creative in other ways. Being a bit of an…

  • Sound and Motion

    Today I was reminded of sounds. LOUD sounds and cringe-worthy musical taste. Sound travels here. There’s been a workman next door lately. I’ve been polite and said hello, but I don’t like the music he plays. It reminds me of the PAST, and not in a good way. Today it was VERY loud AND he…