ό Ζεφυρος αυτουργος εστιν.
The West Wind told me a story, and it goes like this: there was a valley between two wooded hills. Rain came in autumn, snow in the winter, storms in the spring, and heat in the summer. In that valley there was a farm, and on that farm, there was a thing which knew precisely what it was and told no one else. Also, according to the West Wind, for business purposes, there were beef cattle, angora rabbits, and laying hens.
These things will always be true, to the best of my ability: the animals I work with, the weather I report, the work I do, and the information I provide about caring for those animals. When in doubt, check the bibliography, which will be stored in the notes section. I will endeavor to keep this up-to-date, and provide links to information which expands upon the limits which this name and nature impose upon me.
I will promise no more and no less.
Zephyr's Creatures 