Last week, Northmoon asked if I’d show off the shawl itself. The pitiful thing is? I did.
Here’s the pitiful shawl, atop the pitiful, late-season chives.
Every year I think, “Oh no, that’s so sad, all my chives have died. I really enjoyed them, too.” And every year, my chives come back in spring.
One year I will forget that this happens, and I will throw them away in a fit of mid-winter porch-cleaning.
Also pitiful: I took this picture at half past noon, but it was so overcast and rainy that my camera suggested I use the flash. (I never use the flash. I feel that my camera is very stupid for not having learned this, after all these years.)
Here’s a pretty feather, but from a pitiful chicken.
Remember how Dolly (the black one) was all smug last time we checked in on them? Well, her moult happened all at once. One day she looked great. Literally the next day I went out to check on them, and it looked like she had been attacked with electric clippers.
(I’ll try to get a picture of her. All my attempts so far have been in vain.)
See how it’s like there are two feathers stuck together? This is actually a twinned feather. And all of her non-primary feathers are like this. I didn’t know that could happen!
I tried looking up information on double-feathered chickens, but I found nothing. I do know that emu feathers are twinned like this. (I remember from that one episode of King of the Hill.)