Flights of Fancy

The geese were meeting below the dike.

And there he is again...the white one.

Something disturbed them...

my rusty pups I fear.

They swirled around

and flew right over my head...

what a treat!

Because brother from over the pond is visiting

here's the lovely Kentish village

our father came from.

I flew that coop

And now I live in the back of beyond!

Colours Feathered

Coloured

Goose-like perhaps!

I'm liking the brown feathering

Some feathers have twisted themselves into tails

And some feathers are floating on the basin.

Goosey Gatherings

Honking gaggles of geese

flew in over us from every angle

over the marshland

over Annapolis Royal

Over Fort Anne

One noisy honker was white

Do you see him?

Half an hour later

as we returned from our walk

I wondered if we would see them again.

And then from behind the long grasses

a couple appeared

Then more followed 

and more

and even more.

What I liked was the random patterns they formed on the water.

But you must be bored with all these goosey photos!

They were gathering on the basin

seems very early in the season

Wonder if they know something we don't.

Hot and Humid Even Before the Sun Comes Out

Early morning

no sun to be seen

nothing but low, low clouds

not a breath of air

hot and humid

that was one sticky walk!

But the funny thing was

RP Shandy

stopped and scratched her neck

Called her to me

Checked her for ticks

Nothing there.

This repeated three more times

Then realization

She had her sister's collar on

Called RP Kayla

Swapped collars

No more scratching.

That's one fussy Rusty Pup!

Back at the ranch

Unwrapped the bundle with red blobs

I'd forgotten

The red was from Eucalyptus.

Nothing very exciting

But after mordanting in an iron bath

things got more interesting

I'm into greys at the moment.

Pebbles holding

things down in the summery sun.

Seven Days Scratched

One day at a time

Weaving on a Monday

Doctors on a Tuesday

On misty mornings that spiders and their webs are easily seen

Athletes from all over the world are running at great speeds this week

and on Saturday Handy Hubby found a lovely white feather

For Sunday I had to record the end of the Olympics

Think my favourite is the Kantha feather.

Of Blankets and Bundles

Early mornings are mystical at the moment

Perhaps the Rusty Pups and I should call

ourselves cloud walkers

So refreshing walking through clouds

before the heat of the day sets in.

Hay bundles are still drying along the dike

My dye bundles

have been disappointing this week

but still I dye!

and I spy red blotches in this one.

Colours from the Garden

Raw silk

always eager to soak up the colours

Finally colour on cotton

Coreopsis and Sumac

among other garden pickings

It took two dye session

and an iron mordant in between.

One thing I'm learning

if at first it comes out pale and boring

just dye again and again and perhaps again!