bambodoggy said:No I guess you're right, bad example....I meant more the sort of thing your granny said...."three winged bat at night, tomorrow the weather will be sh**e"....that sort of thing lol
Oh heck I'm still wide of the mark aren't I...
bambodoggy said:No I guess you're right, bad example....I meant more the sort of thing your granny said...."three winged bat at night, tomorrow the weather will be sh**e"....that sort of thing lol
Oh heck I'm still wide of the mark aren't I...
bambodoggy said:"three winged bat at night, tomorrow the weather will be sh**e"....that sort of thing lol
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if there's some sort of "No!" go elsewhere.
pumbaa said:Out of intrest , what would you class as a No ?
Cheers
Pumbaa
Toddy said:Gathering fruit and some drops; leave it; it's "fairy shares".
Crossing running water, give her a gift, since you haven't given her a chance at yourself.
When you dig up roots or tubers or fungi, put some leaf litter or scat into the ground, the land fed you, feed it back.
Ask before you cross a river, climb a hill, take down a tree, if there's some sort of "No!" go elsewhere.
Toddy
bambodoggy said:Isn't it odd how different people like and don't like different things, I sleep in a little wood in Wales when I'm over there running in the beacons. I call it sleepy wood because I never seem to get to bed before 3am and am never up before midday...I love it there and feel safe and secure in it's dark gloom (it's a dence plantation wood of larch, not much light). There are always Owls about and it amuses and warms me to cup my hands and hoot to them....and you know what they hoot back too!
I guess I can't understand why Wolf wouldn't stay there any more then he could understand why I like it so much....funny old world hey!
Bam.
RovingArcher said:A good friend of mine used to talk to the owls too. He was very good at making the sounds of the male and I gave him the name of "He who talks with owls". Anyways, one day he was talking to a little female (remember, he mimmicks the male) and she was starting to respond a little to him with body language and such and out of the night came a male, who was just a little PO'd at him for moving in on his territory. The male came talons first and nailed my friend dead center of his forehead. :aargh4: Now I call him, "he who forgot to duck".
That must have been overhere mate, no book can give you more information about the subject, than this forum!falling rain said:I remember reading somewhere (could have been here or in a book I can't remember) that some folk believe it bad luck to burn poplar on your campfire
RovingArcher said:A good friend of mine used to talk to the owls too. He was very good at making the sounds of the male and I gave him the name of "He who talks with owls". Anyways, one day he was talking to a little female (remember, he mimmicks the male) and she was starting to respond a little to him with body language and such and out of the night came a male, who was just a little PO'd at him for moving in on his territory. The male came talons first and nailed my friend dead center of his forehead. :aargh4: Now I call him, "he who forgot to duck".