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Nature’s toilet

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Thanks to Ady for the photograph prompt:


The “pooping bench” was the single worst bench in the park.  It didn’t matter that the park gardeners painted it red.  Colour apparently had zero impact on the pooping needs of the resident birds.

It was a shame because this bench was exactly half way in the nature walk and would have been a good place to sit and take nature in.  Instead if you sat it was more of taking nature on, as in on your clothing!

I am not sure when the bench went from being one of many benches in the park to being recognised as the “pooping bench”.  It was an apt name, but still, what wants to be known by a name associated with the bodily functions of birds?

(Body word count is 122)




I was 46 years old when I begun this blog, female and married with a house full of cats (7). My past is littered with the impact of events that happened when I was a teen. Two loves of my life have been nursing and studying. I just completed my Master of Arts: Media Studies endorsement. My blog will be about the things I think about, that might be better served being written rather than squirreled away in my mind festering. It is the meanderings of my mind as I seek to define myself and my world.

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