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The Scotto Grotto (org) ·

2025/09/28

Movies Mummy’s Tomb / Captain Clegg

The Scotto Grotto (org) ·

2025/09/27

Tonight’s viewing – The Mummy’s Tomb Lon Chaney Jr. takes over as the mummy, though you’d barely know it under all those wrappings – his main job is to lumber menacingly and strangle folks in darkened rooms. He does it well enough. The pace is unhurried, dreamlike, and at times a little sleepy, like watching … Continue reading Movies Mummy’s Tomb / Captain Clegg →

Day 20,690

The Scotto Grotto (org) ·

2025/09/26

Little skunk has come round again, padding soft through the damp dark. The camera picked him up tonight, and you can hear him – sniffling, clicking, a tiny percussion of curious noises as he moves along. Almost conversational, like he’s talking to the ground, or humming a tune meant only for his nose. He seems … Continue reading Day 20,690 →

Day 20,689

The Scotto Grotto (org) ·

2025/09/25

Before the dawn had quite shaken itself awake, the young skunk returned. Rain still stitched the air in fine threads, soft drizzle darkening the soil and whispering against leaves. The camera caught sight of the little wanderer moving with the same calm assurance as before, stripes dimmed by the hour but still bright enough to … Continue reading Day 20,689 →

Day 20,688

The Scotto Grotto (org) ·

2025/09/25

Junior Stinkman visits on a rainy Wednesday night Tonight’s visitor: one damp but undeterred young skunk. Rain on and off through the evening, soft enough to make the air smell green and sharp, heavy enough to leave the ground shining. A young skunk padded through tonight, bold stripes gleaming even under the steady patter of … Continue reading Day 20,688 →

ATLAS as poem

The Scotto Grotto (org) ·

2025/09/24

Whispers tonight, not about lawns or coyotes.This time it’s the intel grapevine. Stories about the interstellar Atlas object.Aluminum core, heat shields, propulsion pulses.Closer now, slipping past radar. Some say Webb caught it before it cloaked itself.Signals went dark after a radiation pulse.Conspiracies bloom like mushrooms.Extra energy, smaller companions, glowing like tiny suns. I don’t believe … Continue reading ATLAS as poem →

Waldschrat – forest goblin

The Scotto Grotto (org) ·

2025/09/20

der Waldschrat Noun (colloquial, sometimes humorous) Literally: forest goblin Pronunciation (for English speakers): VALT-shraht Meaning: an eccentric, reclusive person who lives in or is strongly associated with the forest (often described as shabby, wild-looking, and out of touch with modern society) Example: “Seit er in der Hütte im Wald lebt, gilt er als richtiger Waldschrat.” … Continue reading Waldschrat – forest goblin →

Day 20,684

The Scotto Grotto (org) ·

2025/09/20

Before dawn, the yard is not mine, but theirs. A family of skunks wanders through, soft as dream smoke. The papa carries a tail so black it seems to swallow the night whole, a living shadow drifting across the grass. The mama follows, her plume white and luminous, a lantern acting as a beacon for … Continue reading Day 20,684 →

Day 20683b – skunk family returns

The Scotto Grotto (org) ·

2025/09/20

Skunk family returns! Mama and 4 or 5 kits Sept 19, 2025 #backyardzoo #roanokeva #skunk Last night’s visitors came back again this evening, right on time with the setting sun. About 8 o’clock, the white-topped skunk appeared on camera, and this time it was clear she’s the mama. Four, maybe five little ones scuttling along … Continue reading Day 20683b – skunk family returns →

Day 20683

The Scotto Grotto (org) ·

2025/09/20

The camera caught a pair of visitors in the backyard last night, one after the other, as though they were taking turns under the cover of the early dark. The first was a striking one, mostly white across the back, carrying a low-slung but full, snowy tail that hung low like a lantern puff of … Continue reading Day 20683 →

Day 20682

The Scotto Grotto (org) ·

2025/09/18

A new skunk passed through the yard early this morning, though I only discovered it later while watching the night’s camera clips. It felt a bit like a secret visit, a calling card left behind. This one walked with a certain careful pride, tail curled up like a feathered hat, as though on its way … Continue reading Day 20682 →

Day 20,681 listen to Columbo

The Scotto Grotto (org) ·

2025/09/17

Friendly Reminder – Columbo says: Don’t talk to the police until you get an attorney! To protect yourself when speaking with the police, state that you want to remain silent, you want a lawyer, and you do not consent to any searches, and then calmly leave if you are free to do so. Always remain … Continue reading Day 20,681 listen to Columbo →

Day 20,680

The Scotto Grotto (org) ·

2025/09/16

Last night I caught myself turning over that old phrase like a pebble in the pocket: your vibe attracts your tribe. It feels a little bumper sticker, a little new-age coffee mug, but there’s something sticky in it that doesn’t wash off. We’re radios, each of us, humming on whatever frequency we’ve tuned ourselves to. … Continue reading Day 20,680 →

Day 20,679

The Scotto Grotto (org) ·

2025/09/16

A ginger cat came by today, padding into view with the quiet certainty that only cats seem to carry. His coat glowed warm against the cooler tones of the evening, as if he carried a little bit of sunlight with him wherever he wandered. He paused just long enough to glance around, ears flicking, tail … Continue reading Day 20,679 →

Day 20,678

The Scotto Grotto (org) ·

2025/09/14

Last night’s visitor was a slip of fur, no bigger than two palms cupped together. A tiny bunny came up to the porch, pausing like a shy traveler who has taken a wrong turn. It was late enough that the world was softened with quiet, the kind of quiet where you can hear the crickets … Continue reading Day 20,678 →

Day 20,677 b

The Scotto Grotto (org) ·

2025/09/13

On the drive past Old Salem Days, a roadside sign made me grin. “Lemonade, Water & Puppies” Three little words that worked like a pocket spell for happiness. I could see it in my head, a shaded stand with cold cups sweating in the heat, tails wagging against ankles, and laughter drifting down the street … Continue reading Day 20,677 b →

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