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It’s cold. It’s rainy. My photos are refusing to load, making the post I’d written kind of pointless.
But I got to knit some bison silk yarn and the rain is desperately needed and so was that weeks-long break between storms. More’s coming, and that’s even better.
Remember the fake dead crow? (I was not expecting to see that it’s seven years old already!) I need to find where I put it, or else replace it. There’s a new pair courting loudly out there these past few days trying to tell the hawks they own the place.
I do not want crows teaching their future young that my fruit trees are where to go to eat. And they won’t–once I find that thing and set it out for a week or so. Crows hold funerals for their fallen and then beat it the heck out of there and stay away from whatever made a crow die.
Worked for six years without even putting it out there since before the pandemic.
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Did you get to witness the funeral? I have this mental picture…
Comment by Jayleen Hatmaker 02.28.23 @ 7:15 amLeave a comment
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