We have Killdeer around, they like to lay eggs in gravel. This can lead to some odd occurrences.
I was in first or second grade, when we had a Killdeer lay an egg just on the far side of the playground, right near the parking lot. We all wanted to see the bird, which was made easier by the janitor, who had painted a bright red circle around the nest, so people could avoid it when parking.
Well, we kids were all ringed around this bird, who was probably panic stricken, but studiously sat, guarding her egg. The teachers noticed the play time mobbing of the poor bird, and so the janitor sprayed a NEW circle, about 10 or so feet around the bird, and we were given the rule that if anyone was caught inside of that second circle, they would have no recess.
So, we all stood, toes on the circle, to watch and see if Mama would have a chick during one of our play times. One day, there was a chick, so I assume it hatched of an evening or morning, before we showed up... I think that the bird, and the teachers, were glad when the bird moved on.
This same kind of event happened at the volunteer fire station, and someone used orange paint to mark around the nest. I would have thought the poor bird would have been terrified of huge, red, screaming-siren trucks going by her, but that one survived to have a chick, too.
Then, in a nearby town, we have a road named Killdeer Avenue. The name? It was proposed after construction had to be delayed because one of these goofy birds laid an egg in a spot where a mega store was to be built. Again, silly bird had a chick, they left, and all was restored to 'normal'.
They may not be smart, those Killdeer, but they have more courage than they know what to do with!
Showing posts with label K. Show all posts
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Wednesday, April 13, 2016
Monday, April 13, 2015
K is for...
Knitting.
Actually, for me, it should be, "KNITTING!" Two sticks and a string. The amazing loops and knots that make a pattern...
I am rarely without a something. I normally knit socks. I am, right now, knitting squares to make a 100 square afghan. I have knit hats. Scarves. A shawl or two. Baby blankets. LOTS of baby blankets... A dust mitt. A Queen Elizabeth doll. A knitting cat.
I have found that knitting is calming for me. I knit, I can concentrate. When I was in school, and before I learned to knit, I doodled constantly. I think this is probably the same idea, but it's nice to have something I can use when I am finished, where the doodle, most of the time, was just doodling... I did give a few of my pictures out, but rarely. On the other hand, people really seem to want my knitting.
And I am glad, in this recitation of blessings, the blessing that can keep me from fidgeting and being grumpy, can give others a blessing, too!
(And I am up to square 43 on my afghan, if anyone is interested...)
Actually, for me, it should be, "KNITTING!" Two sticks and a string. The amazing loops and knots that make a pattern...
I am rarely without a something. I normally knit socks. I am, right now, knitting squares to make a 100 square afghan. I have knit hats. Scarves. A shawl or two. Baby blankets. LOTS of baby blankets... A dust mitt. A Queen Elizabeth doll. A knitting cat.
I have found that knitting is calming for me. I knit, I can concentrate. When I was in school, and before I learned to knit, I doodled constantly. I think this is probably the same idea, but it's nice to have something I can use when I am finished, where the doodle, most of the time, was just doodling... I did give a few of my pictures out, but rarely. On the other hand, people really seem to want my knitting.
And I am glad, in this recitation of blessings, the blessing that can keep me from fidgeting and being grumpy, can give others a blessing, too!
(And I am up to square 43 on my afghan, if anyone is interested...)
Wednesday, April 13, 2011
K. And Kool-Aid Jelly recipe...
K. Well, there is knitting, working on socks, and a baby blanket, and an "Edwardian Carrying Cape". FIL commented about my sitting and knitting, that it sure seemed to take a lot of time. I just said, "yes, but it's worth it." And went on knitting.
VENT: No one cares if I sit like a zombie and stare at the walls, or mindlessly watch television. Let me be working on craft, and I get comments about how its distracting, takes too much time, is wasting time (wth?), or just is rude. If I was stabbing someone with the needles, yeah, that would be rude. And, possibly tempting, with some of those comments...
Kaitlen Kathleen. Or Cat Lacemaker. This is the role I play at my ren faire. (Yes, Kaitlen isn't period. I made up this character from bits and more bits, and couldn't find a good name to use, so I just came up with something that sounded nice. I don't use K. K. all that often, instead I use Cat Lacemaker, which has almost become my given name at faire.)
I have some 'hit and run' things I do at faire. I talk to people as they walk along, and ask them if they like faire. I try to find couples walking together. If it is their first faire, I tell them about the many fine things of Shrewsbury, like the joust, food, and actors and performers. Then I warn them to stay away from the gypsies, "for they may take this fine man!" More than one woman has suddenly taken a death grip on said man's arm!
I also have a rather disgusting one that I do, sheerly for shock value. I come up to someone and say, "Good Day to you, I be named Cat. Know you why I be named Cat?" Most of the time the answer is no, why.* I then meow, leading to a cough, and show them a "Hairball" (actually a large bit of wool wadded into a ball). This has lead to peals of laughter, more than one shriek of "eeeeeewwww", and one person (there is always one), who asked seriously if I needed medical attention. It's fun.
K is really annoying, I keep thinking of things I could write on, then realize it's spelled with a c, not a k. (Why do we have two letters that sound exactly alike, anyway? Don't tell me, I suppose it's because we have stolen most of our words from other countries... Sigh.)
Kleptomania. We had a recent, highly temporary, dry day, and I was looking out the window at a woman going by. I watched her, standing by the window, as she passed. In her hand was a bundle of daffodils. She then spied the daffs that were along the front of my place. I just watched her walk, and then suddenly, she turned and walked up my driveway, reaching for some of the daffs planted there. I was mildly annoyed, she came ON the property for them. I then realized she'd seen me looking out the window at her. She pulled her hand back like she had touched a hot stove, turned and quick marched off down the road. Honestly, I wouldn't have thrown a fit, I would have even let her have the things, had she asked... But I am glad her conscience got the best of her, she really didn't need to walk up my drive.
Unless she wanted to ask...
Just because I was curious, I looked up Kool-Aid Jelly online, and this was the recipe that I used in high school, I found it on food.com's website. Enjoy...
1 (1/4 ounce) package Kool-Aid, any flavor (no sugar added*)
1 (1 3/4 ounce) package sure-jell pectin
3 cups granulated sugar
3 cups water
Directions:
Prep Time: 30 mins
Total Time: 45 mins
1 Mix water, Sure-Jell and Kool-Aid together.
2 Bring to a boil, stirring constantly.
3 Stir in sugar.
4 Stir and bring to a full rolling boil that cannot be stirred down.
5 Boil for 1 minute, stirring constantly.
6 Remove from heat.
7 Quickly skim off foam with a large metal spoon.
8 Pour into jelly glasses and seal.
*I must say, one gent answered, because you are soft and fuzzy, and purr? Oh, my! Did I want to get riske' with that answer, but I did restrain myself. My character is not as pure as the driven snow, and that was such a tempting line...
VENT: No one cares if I sit like a zombie and stare at the walls, or mindlessly watch television. Let me be working on craft, and I get comments about how its distracting, takes too much time, is wasting time (wth?), or just is rude. If I was stabbing someone with the needles, yeah, that would be rude. And, possibly tempting, with some of those comments...
Kaitlen Kathleen. Or Cat Lacemaker. This is the role I play at my ren faire. (Yes, Kaitlen isn't period. I made up this character from bits and more bits, and couldn't find a good name to use, so I just came up with something that sounded nice. I don't use K. K. all that often, instead I use Cat Lacemaker, which has almost become my given name at faire.)
I have some 'hit and run' things I do at faire. I talk to people as they walk along, and ask them if they like faire. I try to find couples walking together. If it is their first faire, I tell them about the many fine things of Shrewsbury, like the joust, food, and actors and performers. Then I warn them to stay away from the gypsies, "for they may take this fine man!" More than one woman has suddenly taken a death grip on said man's arm!
I also have a rather disgusting one that I do, sheerly for shock value. I come up to someone and say, "Good Day to you, I be named Cat. Know you why I be named Cat?" Most of the time the answer is no, why.* I then meow, leading to a cough, and show them a "Hairball" (actually a large bit of wool wadded into a ball). This has lead to peals of laughter, more than one shriek of "eeeeeewwww", and one person (there is always one), who asked seriously if I needed medical attention. It's fun.
K is really annoying, I keep thinking of things I could write on, then realize it's spelled with a c, not a k. (Why do we have two letters that sound exactly alike, anyway? Don't tell me, I suppose it's because we have stolen most of our words from other countries... Sigh.)
Kleptomania. We had a recent, highly temporary, dry day, and I was looking out the window at a woman going by. I watched her, standing by the window, as she passed. In her hand was a bundle of daffodils. She then spied the daffs that were along the front of my place. I just watched her walk, and then suddenly, she turned and walked up my driveway, reaching for some of the daffs planted there. I was mildly annoyed, she came ON the property for them. I then realized she'd seen me looking out the window at her. She pulled her hand back like she had touched a hot stove, turned and quick marched off down the road. Honestly, I wouldn't have thrown a fit, I would have even let her have the things, had she asked... But I am glad her conscience got the best of her, she really didn't need to walk up my drive.
Unless she wanted to ask...
Just because I was curious, I looked up Kool-Aid Jelly online, and this was the recipe that I used in high school, I found it on food.com's website. Enjoy...
1 (1/4 ounce) package Kool-Aid, any flavor (no sugar added*)
1 (1 3/4 ounce) package sure-jell pectin
3 cups granulated sugar
3 cups water
Directions:
Prep Time: 30 mins
Total Time: 45 mins
1 Mix water, Sure-Jell and Kool-Aid together.
2 Bring to a boil, stirring constantly.
3 Stir in sugar.
4 Stir and bring to a full rolling boil that cannot be stirred down.
5 Boil for 1 minute, stirring constantly.
6 Remove from heat.
7 Quickly skim off foam with a large metal spoon.
8 Pour into jelly glasses and seal.
*I must say, one gent answered, because you are soft and fuzzy, and purr? Oh, my! Did I want to get riske' with that answer, but I did restrain myself. My character is not as pure as the driven snow, and that was such a tempting line...
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