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Home is more than a place—it’s routine, responsibility, and the quiet spaces where life settles. These posts explore domestic realities tied to the author’s experience, where maintenance, environment, and everyday decisions shape comfort, tension, and the rhythm of living.

Backyard Chickens and Fresh Eggs: A Simple Step Towards Sustainable Living

At our coastal home, writing dark fiction shares space with beehives, visiting birds and backyard chickens. Using leftover renovation materials, Margo and I built a secure chook pen and welcomed our new laying hens. Now we’re waiting for their first small, richly flavoured homegrown eggs to arrive for breakfast soon.

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My New Trailer Is Finished

A new book trailer? Not quite. This time, the trailer is for my boat. After years of registration limbo, missing paperwork and delicate family politics, I finally replaced the old beast with something new. Now the nonsense can stay ashore while Margo and I get back to fishing together again.

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Orphaned Feathers. A Strange Collection Obsession of 60+ Years (or Healthy Hobby?)

Margo has collected feathers since childhood, rescuing each one she finds and carrying it home for safekeeping. Watching her reveals how much a simple habit can tell us about someone. Writers collect things too: gestures, expressions and peculiar behaviours that may one day give fictional characters their own convincing lives.

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My Cat Is a Rescue Cat

Some cats arrive with confidence. Others arrive carrying fear, silence, and the scars of whatever came before. Levi was one of those cats. A rescue with haunted eyes and strange reactions, he slowly transformed a quiet house into a home — proving that sometimes the animals we rescue end up rescuing us too.

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I Saved A Baby Bird From Drowning

She wasn’t meant for the ocean. Barely afloat, wings soaked and failing, the young pigeon had nothing left to give. What followed wasn’t dramatic heroism—just a quiet, urgent act of compassion. Sometimes saving a life doesn’t require strength, only the willingness to notice and care when it matters most.

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