I put away the fake crow in the dead of the night (well, 8:30 pm) so that the twice-a-month gardener doesn’t unwittingly make himself a target of the real ones’ fury tomorrow for forever to come if he were to pick it up or move it while wondering, what the heck?! I remembered. It’s gone.
Apropos of absolutely nothing at all except maybe that, we here at this fine spindyeknit blog now bring you: how to make your own felted pigeon shoes. (Scroll down the page and there’s another story about knitted and crocheted Converse shoes cum slippers, as long as we’re talking footwear.)
Not sure I have the artistic ability to transmogrify rock doves into Cooper’s hawks. I don’t wear heels, either, but surely one could make do.
Y’know, I do have some old Birkenstocks…