365Caws is now in its 14th year of publication, and was originally intended to end after 365 days. It has sometimes been difficult for me to find new material, particularly during the winter months, but now as I enter my own twilight years, I cannot guarantee that I will be able to provide daily posts. It is my hope that along the way I may have inspired someone to a greater curiosity about the natural world. If so, I can rest, content in the knowledge that my work here has been done.
Sunday, September 18, 2016
Turn O' The Tide
Day 341: Avast, ye lubbers! Th' winds o' autumn are come an' Morgan Corbye's sailin' fer port. Ye wimminfolk best tuck yer sweet'earts an' 'usbands inter yer cellars fer I hears it said that she's conscriptin' new blood fer 'er crew. Shuild ye no' be 'avin' yer lads goin' fer t' pirate, ye'd be well-a'vised t' get 'em safe away. Beware th' turn o' th' tide on th' morrow!
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