![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dragonlady7via https://ift.tt/2I9CNXb
All right, mom and dad are back in town and I have POUNCED and have a date now with Dad to make the remaining necessary laths to fix the yurt wall so I can set it up. I hate asking for stuff so it was like… I obnoxiously leaned on him like HEY WHEN ARE YOU NOT BUSY SO I CAN DO THE THING.
This would be easier if I knew how to use a table saw competently. I mean, I know how. But I’ve never done it.
So Friday at 2pm I’m going over with the entire khana from the yurt and we’re going to make new slats and repair it. (Oh, actually, pretty much exactly like that search result I linked to. Ha!)
Which means uh. I can maybe? set up the yurt on friday night? but more likely Saturday afternoon, which leaves me precisely one night to cram all my shit into it and sleep in it to make sure it stays up, and then I leave. But. It’ll be up.
If I get it fixed but not set up I will be really… I dunno man, just bummed. Not like I got it set up any earlier last year, but it was real stuffy in here tonight and I wanted to be outside.
It was such a beautiful night last night– Middle-Little came to dinner, and after sunset Farmsister’s phone alarm went off and she sighed, since she’d already changed into her pajama pants, and said “crap, I have to close up the hens,” and I said OH I’LL GO! because I’d been meaning to go up to the hens after dark and steal a bunch of feathers from the spangled Homburgs.
So Middle-Little came along, and Farmsister put her work pants back on, and we went up and one of the Homburg hens was perched right within reach in the nest box house, so I tucked her under my elbow and cut off several of her tail feathers (it takes so much strength to cut them off, I always get scared that I’m hurting the animal, but it’s just like cutting a fingernail), and then went into the perch house (there are two rolling hen houses, one with nest boxes and one just filled with perches) and sure enough, one of the little Homburg roosters was right by the entrance, so I nabbed him and Farmsister grabbed his spurs before he fucked me up, and then he went still and quiet and let me steal a good dozen or so of his hackle feathers, which are this gorgeous semi-transparent white dotted here and there with black.
I want to make a fascinator to wear to this upcoming wedding. We’ll see if I really have any time at all, but between last night’s haul and a few assorted feathers we’ve got around, I should be able to come up with something.
Anyway– the hens are currently slow-mo rolling past the pond, and so the spring peeper chorus was in full throat, with some tree frog accompaniment, and it was so incredibly gorgeous. I snagged a video and put it on Instagram, but it doesn’t do it justice. It’s not winter anymore and we’re past the point of cold nights now.
(Your picture was not posted)
All right, mom and dad are back in town and I have POUNCED and have a date now with Dad to make the remaining necessary laths to fix the yurt wall so I can set it up. I hate asking for stuff so it was like… I obnoxiously leaned on him like HEY WHEN ARE YOU NOT BUSY SO I CAN DO THE THING.
This would be easier if I knew how to use a table saw competently. I mean, I know how. But I’ve never done it.
So Friday at 2pm I’m going over with the entire khana from the yurt and we’re going to make new slats and repair it. (Oh, actually, pretty much exactly like that search result I linked to. Ha!)
Which means uh. I can maybe? set up the yurt on friday night? but more likely Saturday afternoon, which leaves me precisely one night to cram all my shit into it and sleep in it to make sure it stays up, and then I leave. But. It’ll be up.
If I get it fixed but not set up I will be really… I dunno man, just bummed. Not like I got it set up any earlier last year, but it was real stuffy in here tonight and I wanted to be outside.
It was such a beautiful night last night– Middle-Little came to dinner, and after sunset Farmsister’s phone alarm went off and she sighed, since she’d already changed into her pajama pants, and said “crap, I have to close up the hens,” and I said OH I’LL GO! because I’d been meaning to go up to the hens after dark and steal a bunch of feathers from the spangled Homburgs.
So Middle-Little came along, and Farmsister put her work pants back on, and we went up and one of the Homburg hens was perched right within reach in the nest box house, so I tucked her under my elbow and cut off several of her tail feathers (it takes so much strength to cut them off, I always get scared that I’m hurting the animal, but it’s just like cutting a fingernail), and then went into the perch house (there are two rolling hen houses, one with nest boxes and one just filled with perches) and sure enough, one of the little Homburg roosters was right by the entrance, so I nabbed him and Farmsister grabbed his spurs before he fucked me up, and then he went still and quiet and let me steal a good dozen or so of his hackle feathers, which are this gorgeous semi-transparent white dotted here and there with black.
I want to make a fascinator to wear to this upcoming wedding. We’ll see if I really have any time at all, but between last night’s haul and a few assorted feathers we’ve got around, I should be able to come up with something.
Anyway– the hens are currently slow-mo rolling past the pond, and so the spring peeper chorus was in full throat, with some tree frog accompaniment, and it was so incredibly gorgeous. I snagged a video and put it on Instagram, but it doesn’t do it justice. It’s not winter anymore and we’re past the point of cold nights now.
(Your picture was not posted)
