Back From Camp!
That said! I have much to write about here! Fiddle Camp, Falconry, hay and firewood, and more. The autumn is coming along and swiftly. Last nights rainstorms were the sounds of summer but left this morning feeling the wet decay of early fall. The lawn is covered in downed, slightly colored leaves. There is that muddy premonition of wet dirt that will soon become stiff with cold nights and frost. I am getting a little worried about getting all my firewood split and stacked but like all things, it'll get done because it has too. This morning after adding fresh bedding to the muddy pigoda I had to run to a welding shop to pick up a custom bow perch the guys at Common Sense whipped up for me. It needs to be wrapped in rope and mounted inside the (almost completed!) mews, but that too will get done. I was going about all these chores, thinking about a life where a Tuesday morning means pig bed-changing services and hawk footrests and tried to remember if Fiddle Camp actionably happened? It did. There is photographic and video evidence! I'll share some of the piled up videos and stories often as I can this week.