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Feather, Bone, and the Woman Who Crosses: Bird-women, piseoga, and bird-shape in Munster memory
In the older Irish imagination, birds were never only birds. They were weather before weather reports, messages before letters, and the visible proof that the world holds seams. Munster carries this knowledge in a practical way. In West Cork, the day has long been read by what arrives over the water, what lifts from the fields, what gathers in hedges, and what refuses to show itself. Birds form part of a living script written in movement. Within Irish tradition, where the oth
