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pensnestHappy New Year, everyone!
I have been saving up bits of post for several days now, and must actually do the crucial step of putting them here.
So.
I've been making my own keffir for about a month (I think), and it has been fine—I use oat milk, since that is what we have, and it makes a runny, pourable keffir with a slightly lemony taste, which works just fine on my cornflakes. However. Last week I bought a bottle of Jersey milk, full fat and extra creamy, and I've tried the fabulously thick keffir and it is AMAZING.
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A meme I found this morning on Metafilter (sans illustration, but it made me laugh so much):
Something I learned from trail hiking is if you're ever lost in the woods, do not panic, do not go off trail, just say loudly and clearly, "Elon Musk is not a genius," and several of the most unfuckable men alive will appear out of nowhere to call you poor, then you can follow them to the parking lot where their Tesla exploded.
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Yesterday, Boy and Bun and her Chap arrived for lunch. Boy was here for this event, but sadly Bun and Chap missed it. The rest of us were delighted to witness a bold squirrel begin to travel along the two fishing lines suspending the birdfood cylinder betwixt our house and the fence. The squirrel began on top, but had miscalculated, for the two lines very soon converged so that squirrel was swung under the lines. It continued, however, to travel fleetly along, upside down... until it reached the suspended lemonade bottle, was unable to get any kind of purchase on the twirling plastic, and returned, defeated, to the fence.
And I was filled with joy.
I should add, I feel, that the squirrels that populate the garden—there are regularly four, today there were SEVEN—are not sad, skinny creatures. No. These are sturdy little buggers, chunky, even. These are squirrels of substance, who are clearly finding more than enough sustenance from the fallen beech nuts and sweet chestnuts, the local acorns, and my precious bulbs. (And my long-mourned sweetcorn, drat them!) Depriving them of peanuts and suet nuggets is not cruelty.
I have now spent enough time watching them to know that the squirrels are not really grey. There is a brown stripe down from head to haunches, along the middle of the back. The backs of the ears are essentially orange. And the tail, the tail! The central ur-tail is brown, but there is a corona of long, dark grey hairs tipped with white, so that the brown tail is outlined and almost cartoon-like. Some of them are quite magnificently bushy. And the squirrels have handsome white chests and bellies, and look positively cuddleable. It's a lot of fun watching them, particularly when they eye the suspended feed cylinder wistfully from below, or think about leaping from the bush, and most especially when one ventures to crawl along the fishing line.
Sooner or later, one of them is going to realise that the line from house to cylinder is unimpeded by plastic bottles, and will traverse it upside-down to attain the prize. I shall laugh, applaud, and then add plastic bottles to the up-side. He he he.
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I almost forgot. Lonely cat.
I have no words.
I have been saving up bits of post for several days now, and must actually do the crucial step of putting them here.
So.
I've been making my own keffir for about a month (I think), and it has been fine—I use oat milk, since that is what we have, and it makes a runny, pourable keffir with a slightly lemony taste, which works just fine on my cornflakes. However. Last week I bought a bottle of Jersey milk, full fat and extra creamy, and I've tried the fabulously thick keffir and it is AMAZING.
*
A meme I found this morning on Metafilter (sans illustration, but it made me laugh so much):
Something I learned from trail hiking is if you're ever lost in the woods, do not panic, do not go off trail, just say loudly and clearly, "Elon Musk is not a genius," and several of the most unfuckable men alive will appear out of nowhere to call you poor, then you can follow them to the parking lot where their Tesla exploded.
*
Yesterday, Boy and Bun and her Chap arrived for lunch. Boy was here for this event, but sadly Bun and Chap missed it. The rest of us were delighted to witness a bold squirrel begin to travel along the two fishing lines suspending the birdfood cylinder betwixt our house and the fence. The squirrel began on top, but had miscalculated, for the two lines very soon converged so that squirrel was swung under the lines. It continued, however, to travel fleetly along, upside down... until it reached the suspended lemonade bottle, was unable to get any kind of purchase on the twirling plastic, and returned, defeated, to the fence.
And I was filled with joy.
I should add, I feel, that the squirrels that populate the garden—there are regularly four, today there were SEVEN—are not sad, skinny creatures. No. These are sturdy little buggers, chunky, even. These are squirrels of substance, who are clearly finding more than enough sustenance from the fallen beech nuts and sweet chestnuts, the local acorns, and my precious bulbs. (And my long-mourned sweetcorn, drat them!) Depriving them of peanuts and suet nuggets is not cruelty.
I have now spent enough time watching them to know that the squirrels are not really grey. There is a brown stripe down from head to haunches, along the middle of the back. The backs of the ears are essentially orange. And the tail, the tail! The central ur-tail is brown, but there is a corona of long, dark grey hairs tipped with white, so that the brown tail is outlined and almost cartoon-like. Some of them are quite magnificently bushy. And the squirrels have handsome white chests and bellies, and look positively cuddleable. It's a lot of fun watching them, particularly when they eye the suspended feed cylinder wistfully from below, or think about leaping from the bush, and most especially when one ventures to crawl along the fishing line.
Sooner or later, one of them is going to realise that the line from house to cylinder is unimpeded by plastic bottles, and will traverse it upside-down to attain the prize. I shall laugh, applaud, and then add plastic bottles to the up-side. He he he.
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I almost forgot. Lonely cat.
I have no words.
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Date: 2024-01-02 11:28 pm (UTC)and Lonely Cat is amazing. isn't the internet a fabulous place, that brings us such wonderfulness
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Date: 2024-01-03 04:04 pm (UTC)I am loving the Chronicles of the Squirrell War
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Date: 2024-01-03 08:51 pm (UTC)That meme made me laugh out loud.
The Tales of the Squirrel War are so much fun!
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