Iona Winter

Tag: 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…

  • Plum-diddly-um

    I came back from the Big Smoke to thunder and lightning—all very exciting. I could almost hear the plants (and the chooks) sighs of relief at the accompanying rain. The plum trees are laden with fruit (as are the pear and apple trees) BUT all the fruit is minuscule—a result of the drought I…

  • Out with Resolutions

    I’ve never been one for making New Year’s resolutions. I think I learned a long time back that they are very rarely held onto for the entirety of a year, and (for the most part) join the piles of discarded, unwanted Xmas presents in the bottom of dusty drawers somewhere. This…

  • Off she goes…

    I farewelled the Masters Thesis (aka ‘The Novel’) into the post last week. Released into the hands of the markers, acutely aware that I’ll not hear anything for months. But it’s done, kia mutu, finito. Bliss you might think. Fireworks and popping champagne corks. People saying, “CONGRATULATIONS, you must feel so good.” Nope. It’s…

  • Aural Feasts and Compost

    I’m pretty sure that some people thought I was running away, leaving the city and moving to the wop-wops. Maybe I was on a level. BUT I’ve escaped things that I’ll never miss, here’s a few to illustrate my point: traffic, pollution, mega-high rents, increasing rates of violence, and (generally speaking) other people’s…

  • Chook Pooh Blood Moon Thesis

    Who would’ve thought that collecting chook pooh would be added to my list of distractions from writing? Certainly not me – NEVER in a million years did I want to repeat ‘that which I grew up with’. That was until now. With a surplus of the feathery beasts manure, what is…

  • Going Country

    I’ve moved. I know, I know, I’ve been talking about it for over a decade! So you’ll be pleased to know I’ve done it, and you won’t have to listen to me fantasising about it any more. Neither will you hear me bemoaning life in the city, because I am…