Bubo has returned wet and cranky from a bleak and stormy hunt. The drunken goat child has disappeared. The Kurundu Bird is singing with the rain. The Blue Wuzzelthump has been adopted. I am sipping whiskey and listening to the storm rattle this old house on the back of the hill in Brooklyn.
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The house drips and shudders.
10 March 2011
Posted by The Odd Luminary
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Post Tags: Bubo, goat, Kurundu Bird, storms, whiskey, wuzzelthump
Mysteriously, the rain fell inside.
7 March 2011You should know that the Kurundu Bird’s song mimics falling rain. Perfect for reading in an enormous wing back chair.
Tonight, it’s Margery Allingham’s The Case of the Late Pig.
Tomorrow, undoubtedly, it will be a compendium of poisonous plants.
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