Anne Louise Avery
@AnneLouiseAvery
Writer. E.M. Bannister research. Reynard the Fox/Fox for All Seasons published @BodPublishing. European editor @Panorama_J http://ko-fi.com/annelouiseavery
Wonderful & enormous displays of Reynard the Fox in @blackwelloxford! Poultry of Oxford, watch your tail feathers! #MeetReynard 🦊
The Mouse was waiting in a long line for rice. She was crying. She thought it might run out before she reached the front. No-one left even a grain behind from their portions. The sun was relentless and her feet hurt. Dizzying, fevered thoughts flowered and faded like Damask roses…
The noble hare I meet of a morning on my walks – master of disguise, guardian of the corn fields!
“ 'I’ve been searching for something to feed my children but there is nothing.' Daily 🆘 messages are coming in from our starving UNRWA colleagues, every day. How can one respond to such messages of despair? Shames me & doubles the sense of helplessness. All man made, in…
The Israeli Authorities are starving civilians in #Gaza. Among them are 1 million children. Lift the siege: allow UNRWA to bring in food and medicines.
People can’t find food in #Gaza to feed their families. The current distribution of food by the Israeli-American so-called “Gaza Humanitarian Fund” does not work. During the ceasefire, the UN including UNRWA proved it can provide food safely and at scale across the Gaza Strip.…
“I’ve been searching for something to feed my children but there is nothing”. Daily 🆘 messages are coming in from our starving @UNRWA colleagues, every day. How can one respond to such messages of despair? Shames me & doubles the sense of helplessness. All man made, in…
I do believe he was looking for Reynard the Fox by @AnneLouiseAvery .😊🐾🐾🐾☘
What will happen to the men who felled the Great Tree on Picts' Wall, asked Old Fox. The Lady Coventina will rise from her course below, said the King, & draw their torn & tattered souls down past the sweet harebells & the glass beads & the rings of jet, down past the soldiers'…
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The land was arid and hot that afternoon: the wheat and the barley bristling dry in the dusty earth, pale sand-gold tides on the very edge of harvest, dazzling against the blue cloudless sky. There was no-one around, not in the village, nor in the lanes. Wilting a little but in…
Wolf was lying on the stone floor in the kitchen. It's too hot & I'm not moving, don't care, not going to bed, staying here. Old Fox found him a soft Witney blanket to lie on & gave him a cold glass of milk & some apple cake. I think you're being very sensible, Wolf, he said.
A hare in the wheat fields very early this morning 🐇