Spatchcock

My little chickens would not make good eating chickens, under all that fluff they're mostly skin and bone, however an ongoing joke in our house is that is Froome (the brown cockerel) isn't careful he might end up as a spatchcocked chicken on the barbeque!

Well this week, Cav has nearly ended up spatchcocking herself on multiple occasions. While she runs around like a headless chicken half the time, and is scared of everything, she certainly isn't daft when it comes to food. Particularly if the food is worms! 

The dry weather has meant that Mum has been doing lots in the garden, planting, weeding, and generally tidying up. Freshly turned over soil means worms, and Cav knows this!

Mum often ends up moving her off the patch of soil she's trying to dig to avoid skewering her on the fork.

And this is what it's all about, fat juicy worms that can be turned in to eggs. 

Once you've got the alignment right, it goes down in one!

Today we're back to wind and rain after a week of sunshine. I'm very glad to be tucked up inside with the drum carder, and maybe my wheel later on in the day. 

Over in the Hilltop Cloud Ravelry group we're hosting an informal Spin Along. Something to fill in the gap between the end of the Ravellenic Games and the start of the Tour de Fleece. It's going to last for approximately 6 weeks, which rather handily takes us up to Wonderwool Wales. Enough time to get a more sizable project done, but not so long that you just put off starting. You can set your own challenge and spin any fibre that you like. Some people are learning to navajo ply, there are first attempts at cabled yarns, and quite a few people are deciding to takle silk for the very first time. I've gone deep stash diving and pulled out some of the oldest fibre I own and am using the challenge as incentive to actually get it spun up!