Another sunny day, just as well as the Norton Priory conservation volunteers were all set to play and picnic in the NP Walled Garden. Great food and company 😉
After treating myself to a nice book (100 Flowers to Knit and Crochet) I found it difficult to stop. But I also had to get a wee encyclopedia of crochet since I’m still a novice with the single needle. I have tied the primroses into a wee posy that sits neatly inside a new Ikea shot glass, the shamrock and thistle are single testers and I did already have some appropriate colours handy. Overall pretty pleased with making flowers and can sit watching telly whilst getting on with a few leaves.
The hinged frame is covered with a set of floral stamps, I really should give it an other coat or two of varnish but one will do for now I think. Patience is not my strong suit when it comes to watching paint dry!
A seasonal selection of festive Folksy’ness, chosen to reflect decoration rather than gifts for ME! (don’t say I never give you anything!)
So lookee here for wee helpers, wintery characters, mini mouthfulls, stars, holly, misletoe, conifers, seasonal sentiments and all the colours of the xmassie rainbow! …and a wee dog under the misletoe ♥
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Here are the latest six goodies planetaye has put onto the wee Folksy shop. Pretty peg faeries all got up in their party wings and lotsa jolly pens to practise the old snail-mail thank-you letters, hope you like…
After a couple of false starts with melting and “exploding” varieties of pen I finally found that the local Pound Shop had the right stuff. So all the back to school displays can be worth having a look through!
And I have to say I am now hooked. Yes, I know every new method or technique that I master (or at the very least enjoy and have a little success with) become my obsession, for a while.
These are my first 9 plain Bic stick pens, finished. Jolly! Now I am off to get some more done in a more organised fashion and hopefully they will be in my online shop(s) soon. 😉
My middle of June was busy. A visit to the Borders Book Festival followed by the first few days of the Melrose Festival. In all I managed four events at the first and saw a couple of the second. All my summer socialising stuffed into 5 days!
But back to the birds… oystercatchers in particuler.
One of the smaller flat roofs in the town has, for a few years now in the spring and summer, played host to a visiting pair of oystercatchers. Therefore what better than to dress up as one of the black and white birdies for the Melrose Festival fancydress parade. I have a wardrobe full of black/white/red clothes so sewing on paper feathers and a few modifications to make wings and creating a big beak was all it took. On Tuesday this big bird fluttered off down the street to join a growing crowd of children and some couples and groups of adults, all dressed up and ready to go. We were duly judged in our respective groups and set off to parade round the town following the pipe band! And very jolly we looked too. (p.s. guess who came first in her class? mind there was only one entry)
A few days after this giant oystercatcher posed in the garden a funny thing happened… the real thing appeared. Tiny and fairly helpless a chick made its way from the relative safety of the nest on a neighbouring flat roof. It seemed to have wandered over the edge and across our flat roof and dropped unscathed into our garden. Spotted in the morning running and calling to attract a parent, around the bergenia and hosta plants.
Eventually the adults found him and flew down to comfort and feed the noisy toddler. A worm was deposited in front of the wee yin and was gone the next time I looked, the parents performed the same ritual all day – not sure if another chick remains on the roof, mibbe? because they went between the two places all the time. The mother would also sit in the flowerbed and the chick would climb into her feathers. So the garden was more or less out of bounds, the birds got a bit more used to us being close as the day wore on.
Nightime was quieter and only punctuated with the chicks’ peeping call when left alone.
Unfortunately around dawn either jackdaws or crows found and attacked the little chap. I found him near a small shrub later, he had been far too small to defend himself and sadly the parents had been out the way.
On a lighter note, we have found that a blackbird is sitting on a nest (a second clutch?) of tiny babies in another corner, here’s hoping they all make it.
Speckled Wood butterfly, behaving exactly as described here.
Very fluttery and quick but I stalked them till they sat still for a moment. The male could be chasing another male or a female, either way they make a wee walk more fun., ‘specially the bit where you lean too far over the edge of the path and nearly slide downhill into the undergrowth… eek!