My town’s very own original charity drive. I’m proud to have started it AND got to watch it take on a life of its own. Basically, we clean up trash and turn it into cash – I mean, what’s not to love 😀
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Possibly, nah definitely a leech
One of the best things about creating a wildlife pond is watching new critters move in. This spry little slinkie – unfairly known, as I’ve learned, as the horse leech – has managed to find my magic little lake. And quite possibly, my new friend is exactly what these waters needed… because right now, they’re ruled by voracious dragonfly larvae who could use a good old-fashioned fear of God put into them… Dragonflies can murder their way through a sizeable batch of tadpoles in a disturbingly short time – a relatively well-known fact in the ponding world. But they will also actively stalk small fish, which is much less known about them. Supposedly, horse leeches hunt dragonfly larvae, so maybe nature will balance itself out.
Ribnikarjenje (Ponding)
Vsakič ko se spraviš nekaj delat, se najde kaj, kar je treba prej naredit. In to je en od presenetljivih čarov ribnikarjenja: če te kaj nauči postavljati prioritete, te bo to.
The little park
A little lake in a little pasture
A little friend in a little forest
Not sure what 2025 is going to be about but I know one thing: wetlands matter <3
“You’re the first one who didn’t take me for a wh*re”
Nina studied me for another moment. Then she let it pour about what usually happened when people found out she was Ukrainian. She’d been living in Slovenia for years and holy crabs did she have stories.
Back then, the Slovenian word for female Ukrainian was synonymous with prostitute. I’m being serious. When people said Ukrajinka they meant prostitute, and the implications were solid.
Like when a cop checked Nina’s papers on a sleeper train, closed the cabin door and whipped out his junk. Nina pointed back at the prick pointing at her and asked what it was, perhaps a pencil, did she need to sign something? The cop didn’t appreciate the wit, they rarely do, and he ordered the train be stopped and the defiant Ukrajinka hauled off to a deserted train station at two in the morning. Nina said alright I am a hooker, bought and paid for, and you sir are about to find out what happens when you mess with mafia property. Then Nina was escorted back on the train and she didn’t need to sign anything.
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