So. Took down the yurt today.I had planned on taking it down Friday or so. Had blocked out time, and

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So. Took down the yurt today.

I had planned on taking it down Friday or so. Had blocked out time, and had mentally organized myself how I was going to empty the thing, pack my stuff neatly, categorize it into various types, work out what to leave here and what to take home. All of it, I was going to work out and it was going to be fine.

Come the weather report: massive front moving in Monday night into Tuesday, bringing strong winds, and epic rain, for days and days. Clearing up late Thursday.

…

Y’all the yurt is canvas. The roof weighs about 20-30 pounds dry. The walls are like 40 pounds. Wet? I don’t want to think about it. And where would I dry it? When would I dry it? How??

Alternative is to leave the yurt up until I come back out in late November for turkey processing, but. I can’t. There wouldn’t be time to take it down, turkey processing is the most time-intensive thing ever and those several days are just hell on earth.

So.

Today it was. But we decided this Saturday evening, and Sunday, I spent the entire day in Rhinebeck. 

I spent several hours last night tidying, and trying to organize, but I just– didn’t know where to put things, and in the dark I couldn’t exactly, like, stack things outdoors, or anything. Not comfortably. (Also last night something was growling for hours, and I’m like 99% sure it was one of the cats, but it was unnerving as fuck and I was Not Going Out There.)

So, anyway. I hoed everything out in a frantic hurry today, and my mother and father, and then later sister and brother-in-law, helped me load it up into the attic of the granary, where it’s now an unholy mess, but I will organize it sometime this week, because I have to.

I don’t know what to do with my goddamn mattress. It’s enormous and unwieldy and I don’t know what I was thinking. Well, I do. I bought it and said “I’ll figure it out,” and sure enough, here I am figuring it out by, um, huh. I don’t know, it might get wrecked here, but at least it’s indoors.

I gotta find a place to put it. But I have to put a lot of other things away first. 

And the wind is howling out there, so I’m glad I’m inside now. It’s going to bucket down tomorrow like nobody’s business but now I don’t have to think about it. 

I’m just sad, because it was my cozy blanket fort and I finally, finally had it set up just how I liked it.

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Last chicken day of the year. Start time, optimal for midsummer, is now in the spooky predawn. Storm coming; hope we get all in before the rain. (at Laughing Earth)

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You have a thing at 2:00 PM so you set a reminder for 1:00 PM because you don’t want to be late, but you should eat by 12:00 PM. That means you should start preparing food by 11:30 AM, but you want to double check or confirm the appointment before 11:00 AM before everyone goes to lunch. So if you want to finish your other tasks by 10:00 AM, you ought to start at 8:00 AM, which means you’ve got to wake up at 7:30 AM and you may as well get ready to go out then ahead of time, and that’s how something that starts at 2:00 PM effectively starts at 7:30 AM and lasts the entire day.

ME. ME. ME.

THIS! IS! WHY! I! CAN’T! WORK! SECOND! SHIFT!

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Rain almost held off. Sigh. Now I just gotta get across that driveway. Last of the chickens are in the fridge! (I start narrating like 30 seconds in so that’s why the video swings around to show you the fridge).
Haha it eased while I was typing this. Now I’m going. Banzai! (at Laughing Earth)

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OK, but why is everyone making Rey out as some kind of sweet, adorable porg-cuddler who would love, protect, and pet porgs all day long? Rey grew up hungry on a death world. No way she wouldn’t be appreciating the easy food opportunity. Do you know how many portions one porg equals? I bet she could tell you before she’s even caught one.

Screw handing the Porg’s over for portions. 

Just picture the awkward conversation Luke has to have with her, the first time he comes across her spit roasting two across a camp fire, while she’s making a meal of a third. He tries to explain that they have plenty of food without resorting to hunting the local wildlife. She nods politely, but as soon as Luke’s back is turned, she rolls her eyes. No way in hell is she leaving such a fantastic resource untapped. 

Oh, I don’t mean handing over. I mean literally, how many portions of a meal you could get out of one little bugger. And, oh, they probably lay eggs, and the feathers look useful – Luke is wasting such an amazing natural resource here, come on.

Luke: Why is my bed suddenly so much more comfortable?

Rey: I changed the stuffing. 

Luke: What did you use? 

Rey: Um…. 

Porg bones: useful or disposable?

Bone ash mixed with composted manure makes FANTASTIC fertilizer. Eat all the fuckin’ porgs man. Porg fat for lamps and quick energy source, smoked porg meat for preservation, porg skins probably make a soft leather, porg eggs are probably quite rich. Gimme a bit of time, maybe I’ll come up with a guide to Cooking Porg. 

So I did come up with a guide, but it’s a guide to field-dressing porg. The recipes will come later. Note: I actually drew these images myself, so please don’t repost. Reblog this if you want to show your friends. 

h/t to @salamanderinspace: this is maybe the most on-brand thing that has ever happened to me on this site.

However. I don’t know if porgs are like furred animals, or feathered animals, but here’s a neat thing about animals with feathers: You don’t have to skin them. 

If they’re like chickens, or game birds (I have experience as a commercial chicken slaughterer, and have only witnessed a game bird being processed once or twice), you can pluck them instead, and then the skin is still on, which means you get to eat all that lovely subcutaneous fat.

So I’d amend this to recommend plucking the animal, then removing the head (with chickens, you can do so by twisting and pulling, which is safer because there wouldn’t be bone shards), snipping the legs off and the tips of the wings maybe with pruners, and then eviscerating it through the vent (anus) rather than making a long cut. Just my two cents! If they’re roughly chicken-sized, you can just cut around the anus so you get all of the sphincter muscle, leaving the anus attached to the end of the intestines, and then you can go in through that opening to remove the intestines, which is a smaller and neater hole.