If you were watching my Twitter stream on Saturday, you would have been treated to a series of incredibly bad cameraphone pictures. I will say this: it is very hard to take pictures of a parade when you’re actually IN it. Particularly if you’re wrangling a very large puppy, who wants to snatch the candy out of the hands of the children rushing out to pet him.
After recovering that afternoon, I went out and spent several hours putting together a frame for the first, smallish, temporary chicken tractor. (The second, larger, long-term chicken tractor is scheduled for completion in August.)
And there it sat all day Sunday, while water poured down from the sky, and I avoided thinking about how far behind I am on this project. (I ventured out later to poke the tarp with a stick from underneath. The puddle of water was threatening to rip the tarp right off the frame.)
But let’s be honest. No one cares about my knitting at this point.*
Dolly has Dinosaur Feet. Well, they all do, but Dolly’s strike me as being particularly dinosaur-y.
* Just you wait. About, mm, 10 more days, give or take. Just you wait and see.