The Irish Wolfhound

I learnt something new today while looking at how the Victorians viewed pets. Irish wolfhounds went extinct around 1720. That I didn’t know, as we see them today, but it seems they are not original. Or even a purebreed.

An Englishman took a Scottish deerhound, and mixed it with a great dane. Then chucked in some tibetan mastiff and a boxer, and we have what we see today. A recreation of an extinct animal which seems not a drop of Irish as the name would imply.

Seems there has been much tinkering of plants, animals, environment and people along the way.

(c) K Wicks

An Overload

It seems there has been an overload. Of information and circumstances and frankly it appears that people are becoming overwhelmed. It’s not by accident, and serves a purpose. While people are taking proverbial punches left right and centre, it’s very difficult to view the bigger picture, or to even know which way is up.

Not everyone has the capacity to deal with multiple lines of thought, or if they can, could also be hampered in doing so by a multitude of personal experiences taking all your time and thought processes. For some they have been dealing with fear, grief, anger, trauma, shock, worry from various aspects of life. Employment, financial, emotional and societal. And now some are stepping forward (and have been trying for a while) to highlight medical errors and injuries from the roll out of their plan by way of injections, and health issues from delayed treatments.

It’s a lot to take on board and deal with. Add to that the label of conspiracy theorist as soon as you question the narrative or point out the obvious corruption occurring. Some people don’t want to know, that much is now clear. I wonder whether they just can’t unravel or understand the bigger picture, or are choosing to ignore it or deny it. I would have thought it’s undeniable by this stage what is happening, but apparently not.

But two years of bullshit and propaganda now moving into three is wearing people down. You can see it, the ones who were disconnected before are seemingly even further gone now. Those who knew are holding fast, but its tiring and draining and there all the time, even if we manage to get a break or switch off for a bit. It’s going to be a bumpy ride from here on out, so get all the rest you can.

(c) K Wicks

In sinister times… (poetry)

In sinister times

We came to be

A darkness occurring

It grows steadily

A fight for existence

For the future and past

This web is so tangled

The corruption is vast

And tension is mounting

It almost has taste

They seem on a clock

And want to make haste

As if there is something

A deadline at play

Something quite big

That’s led them astray

They’re giddy with power

Not a care in the world

Because it’s our freedoms

That will be controlled

~

They don’t even try to hide it

(c) K Wicks

Busy at the bee Hotel

This year’s bees are well underway at the hotel, we added another which is slowly getting attention. But the old one is filling up with little mud plugs. Here are a few where they are facing me or starting to make their way back out. Or they start like that in the morning until it warms up. Very cool to watch.

(c) K Wicks