FEBRUARY 22, 2022: “The Nut Job” …

At first, I wasn’t sure whether this little nut was a gift from a crow …

… but THEN …

… upon further examination, it became more than crystal clear that, indeed, one of my beautiful, beautiful crows FINALLY brought me a gift after nearly two years of patiently forging a relationship with them. I know this because there are NO pecan trees either near or behind my property (I found this directly my back door). The closest grouping of pecan trees bearing fruit this big are clear across a 2-acre field on the FRONT side of my property. This was clearly a NUT job from one of my feathered friends!

If they keep bringing me enough of them, I’m GOING to make a nut necklace (shut up all you filthy animals) and wear it EVERY damn where I go! Meanwhile, it sure does pay to be nice to the birds, my friends, ’cause umm … THE NUT!

As and aside, as I was contemplating the perfect song to pair with this Diary entry, I quickly remembered to go back and look on one of my hands-down favorite movie soundtracks of all times, “The Crow“. In being honest, although I had definitely heard this song before in another lifetime many years ago, I had completely forgotten it existed.

Even though it doesn’t really apply to the fact that one of my crows brought me a present, in a very round-about way, it actually kinda does. See also, “The Day Of The Crow“, then work your way forward from there. In true Real Cat style, I have once again taken the liberty to adapt the words to this beautiful song and send them up to The Heavens …

IT WON’T RAIN ALL THE TIME

We walked the narrow path beneath the smoking skies, but even so, it’s not that hard for me to tell the difference between the darkness and the light. I still have faith in what we believed, and the truest test is when I cannot see. I hear pounding feet in the streets below, and the women crying, and the children know that there’s something wrong, and it’s hard to believe that love will prevail. Oh, it won’t rain all the time. The sky won’t fall forever. And though the night seems long, my tears won’t fall forever. Oh, when I’m lonely I lie awake at night, and I wish you were here. I miss you. Can you tell me … is there something more to believe, or is this all there is? (Oh, wait, I know I already know.) In the pounding feet, in the streets below, and the window breaks, and a woman falls, there’s something wrong, but it’s still not so hard to believe that love will prevail. It won’t rain all the time. The sky won’t fall forever. And though the night seems long, my tears won’t fall forever. Last night I had a dream. You came into my room. You took me into your arms. Whispering and kissing me and telling me to still believe. But then the emptiness of a burning sea against which we saw our darkest of sadness somehow made me feel safe and warm. I fell asleep in your arms. When I awoke, I cried again. For you were gone, but I know that you can hear. It won’t rain all the time. The sky won’t fall forever. And though the night seems long, my tears won’t fall forever. It won’t rain all the time. The sky won’t fall forever. And though the night seems long, pray that your tears have finally stopped falling, too. I love you, Zachariah.

{Words Adapted from Jane Silberry’s “It Can’t Rain All The Time”}

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