Mercury is definitely in the microwave. There has to be some retrograde rubbish going on because the geese have gone from two to four to EIGHT. I got to the farm tonight and there were eight feathered fuckers waltzing about, all giving me the baleful eye. I want to scream and shout and throw a tantrum but I have to do it in the safety of my car as there is no safe place in the yard anymore.
I.cannot.understand.it.
Why?!
They don’t even get on with each other. There are four brown ones( don’t know geese pedigree and really don’t care either) and four white ones. The white ones have a click of three and then there are the rest. The brown ones, armed with one white infiltrator, have to tread carefully as they are not welcome. Apparently a huge fight broke out this morning and Lennie says he wasn’t going to get involved. He just left them to sort out their nonsense. We put the intruders out of the property in the hope that they would go home but they nearly got run over so we let them back in. So much for taking a stand.
I am going away for a few days, I am going to wash my soul in the sea and hopefully I will wash away this goose charm that I am exerting. I don’t know why I can’t attract something useful like for instance, money. Instead I have to consider burning a sage bush to get rid of this bad juju.