#yardtales — Public Fediverse posts

It feels really good to be able to work hard.

#MECFS #Journal #Recovery2026 #YardTales #rewilding #solarpunk

Damn it I was gonna take before and after pictures but forgot.

Anyway, a majority of the area is covered now. Ran out of cardboard and there's some stuff I can't move myself.

#MECFS #Journal #Recovery2026 #YardTales #rewilding #solarpunk

Today I'm planning to work outside. There's so much to do out there, but I need to remember not to overextend, even if I'm having fun.

I've picked a tiny spot of land to rewild. For today I'd like to clear the junk and lay down cardboard to "solarize" the grass and burdock there, basically a month without light will kill the roots. (idk why they call it that.)

I'll be trying to figure out what to plant in the meantime, and also how to keep the deer away.

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#MECFS #Journal #Recovery2026
#YardTales #rewilding #solarpunk

Look at this little knapweed bloom I found. In November. Under a pile of yard debris that has been there since midsummer.

This is why these guys are noxious. They are the life that finds a way.

(The pile is now in compost.)

#compostodon
#CompostTheRich
#YardTales #rewilding

Another great step is to just start observing nature. Even if you live in the city, there is nature around you. What are the crows up to? What's that bug doing there? Why does your cat do that? What patterns are forming from the conflicts between the plants struggling to survive in the sidewalk?

Try to get inside their heads and really try to imagine the world from their perspective – which will be totally unlike your own.

This is an exercise in listening. As you get better at it, you will get better at understanding what indigenous people mean, how they see the world, what they want, and what they're asking of you.

And you will get better at listening to YOURSELF.

Because ultimately, whiteness cuts white people off from our own bodies and minds. We've got entire ecosystems going on inside of us, and that brain, that pinpoint of ego, is merely a facade of picket fences built by manipulators higher up in the hierarchy, made to look pretty and civilized, but they hide the wildness inside – wildness that turns perverse and horrifying when shoved, like monsters, into the basement of your subconscious.

They aren't monsters. They are pieces of you. And the way through isn't dominance, it's cooperation.

At a certain point, you realize that this also applies to the out-group. They aren't monsters either. They are pieces of you. And the way through isn't dominance, it's cooperation.

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#RVLife
#OffGrid
#solarpunk
#rewild
#decolonise
#AbuseCulture
#Yardtales

The summer 1-2 punch of a firework so loud I physically felt it in my body, followed moments later by a wasp flying directly into my face. #YardTales #4thOfJuly #fireworks #JumpScares

I think I keep hearing his derpy flapping, but the one time I saw the bird, it was one of the mourning doves. #ClayPigeon #YardTales #Today

Haven't seen #ClayPigeon in two days. :( Maybe we'll never see him again.

#YardTales #today

I didn't see #ClayPigeon yesterday. I hope he's ok. #YardTales #Today

My cat Midnight now knows not to eat the pigeon. She really WANTS to, and still might TRY, but she knows he’s special.

Clay was eating in his little area of the walk, for quite awhile before I noticed him, while Midnight had been lounging 25 feet away in full view. When I noticed, I praised her, then decided to toss down more seed. As I approached he bopped off a few feet but stayed closer than usual. All while I’m talking to Midnight about Clay being our friend. She came up beside me, and I started telling her no, and she vectored towards him but in an “Oh but I’m innocently going this other way” stance. Not stalking stance… #ClayPigeon #ClayBird #YardTales #Today

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Speaking of which, he just showed up. Here he is pecking at the ground. #ClayPigeon #YardTales

Update on our random new pigeon. Clay visits every day. We throw seeds which he eats eventually, & spray cats we catch stalking him. A friend of my mom’s saw a domesticated pigeon in their yard, maybe a mile away. It may be the same bird, or someone let their flock go.

We can tell when he’s coming bc he makes a tremendous derpy flapping sound. Not subtle at all. He’ll hang out watching us on the porch, from the roof or tree. We often don’t see him, just hear that flapping. He’s either really slow or really clever, bc he’s always cocking his head like he’s trying to figure us out. We talk to him and I’m pretty good at making pigeon noises, so I do that too, even though he never talks. (We also have nearby mourning doves, which I never see but hear often.) He hasn’t let us get closer than 10’ which bodes well for his survival chances.

We’re thinking of building some kind of open coop for him, but that needs research and maybe more energy than we have right now. #ClayPigeon #YardTales

I’ve been googling (edit: typo) but does anyone know what kind of #bird this is? It’s dove-like, but larger, maybe 25% larger than a grey city pigeon. It has orange feet, and over all is a rusty brown, with a patch of iridescent green feathers around the back of the neck. It has a ruffle of feathers that stick up on its head. It has a circle of white skin around its eyes, and its beak is stubby and the same color as around the eyes. It’s been staring at me for the last 15 minutes after I chased the cats away from it while it was having some kind of trouble on the ground. Edit to add location: Eastern Washington State (arid) USA

Edit to add hashtags: #ClayPigeon #YardTales