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Sunday we got a dusting of snow. We saw a couple of birds playing in the bushes, with one trying to fly into our (closed) window. Silly bird. When we left to visit Gram, our front porch looked like this:

bird dance

It's like one of those crazy diagrams teaching you how to dance, complete with complicated moves:

bird dance

and wing sweeps only for the birds:

bird dance

when turkeys fly

About a week ago, before the frigid temperatures hit, I saw a turkey on my way to work. I had been worried about them, not having seen them since before Thanksgiving, though Scott said he saw them a few times since then.

Last time we saw them, they were congregated in our yard, 20+ strong. I think it was a convention, or a pre-mating opening ceremony:

when turkeys fly

I had just pulled into our driveway and hurriedly grabbed my camera and called Scott. He circled 'round the back of the house and casually walked towards them so they'd fly between us:

when turkeys fly

when turkeys fly

When it's been too hot to spin, I've been combing the Corriedale fleece:

combed corriedale

growing my pile of clouds:

combed corriedale

that are soft and fluffy:

combed corriedale

and weigh only 5.5 ounces.

Combing takes time. But it's so darned relaxing. When you don't stab yourself. And the resultant top, oh my oh my, such a nice preparation. And since I don't have specific plans for it anytime soon, no rush.

turkey lurkey

A few weeks ago there was a gaggle of turkeys in our front yard. A big one followed by 10 or 11 little ones. I chased them down the street with my camera (they stayed in the bushes, I followed along the road) but they were fast.

A couple of weeks ago I had to stop on my drive home to let them cross the road.

This past weekend they wandered through our yard again. They've grown! There were 2 big ones this time, you can see one on the left below:

wild turkeys

They're quite camera shy and are retreating to the left. They crack me up and tickle my city girl funny bone.

I'm off to Montreal. Enjoy your weekend!

The treasure is this way:

Turkey Tracks

No, wait, this way:

Turkey Tracks

Dang, which way was it?

Turkey Tracks

Hahaha, these are turkey tracks in our front yard. Scott came in laughing and couldn't stop. I have to admit, cracks me up, too.

High traffic area under the bush:

Turkey Tracks

Turkey freeway:

Turkey Tracks

Had me some Macallan 12 year whiskey last night. I get bouncy and happy when I drink. If I'm sad, I get VERY sad. If I'm not sad, I dance, laugh and sing. If I drink too much (that's about 3 drinks), I get sleepy and lie down on the kitchen floor.

Made it to the Knitsmithy today! Wore my Hourglass Sweater so if I can't get my act together to get a photo of it on me you can see it there in a few days. What fun seeing what everyone else is making! Met Alison of the blue blog and Dani of Knitting Sunshine. I'm almost over the strangeness of knowing so much about someone else and their knitting without having met them.

There were wild turkeys in the front yard this afternoon. I love seeing them wander around these parts. Seeing deer and fox is cool, but wild turkeys, that travel in packs and can fly, it just tickles me. Didn't know they fly?

Wild turkeys 9/30/05

Wild turkeys 9/30/05 Wild turkeys 9/30/05

The photos are from Sept. I am especially happy to see them after Thanksgiving.

Blocking Catharina Rose

gray la gran asked how I blocked the middle section. The pattern increases from one triangle to two and stays the same width while the rest of the shawl grows; it is bordered on each side by a line of yarn overs. I wanted those lines to be straight, so I left the blocking wires in for the whole shebang. While I measured some of the other parts, I eyeballed the rectangle, so it does look a little smaller towards the top, hehe.