Turkeys hung out to dry |
Now it occurs to me that there are blokes (and possible blokettes) out there doing some amazing things with scraps of timber and lengths of left over pipe and, in my case, wooden spoons and spatulas, held together by string and wire, staples and a spot of glue. Blokes (and b'ettes) in their backyards inventing every manner of useful and useless thing, sometimes to solve a problem, sometimes just for the hell of it. Why, people build whole beach shacks using this technique.
A stampede of feather brained weather vanes |
Doesn't everyone need to know where the wind is coming from? My cat certainly has an instinct for shade and breeze and cool spots. It's the same for me. I feel cooler when I can see there's a breeze.
Mother and child |
Send me some photos and I'll post them. I'll also be pitching this idea to the director of MOB. I'll let you know the response.
PS For Christmas my son has offered to get the 'Turkey Brained Weather Vane' registered. I'm not sure what that means and I'm not sure that was the spirit in which the project was initiated but its another bit of fun. And a kind of interesting present. Life is.....
6 comments:
I love your turkeys - but my creativity is restricted to my sewing table - and here I can see which way the wind is blowing by looking over at the pub to see how the old Union Flag is faring.
Thanks for dropping by ... I haven't always been to averse to the dreaded RR - just the ones telling how successfull every member of the family is!!
I know which way the wind is blowing today since the snow is flying horizontally past my window from the south- I think a blog with a monthly challenge to come up with snazzy items made of spoons or tongue depressors or what ever items you choose would be fun...lovely turkeys by the way! Merry Christmas!
Heh heh. There is no end to your talents Steve. And Nick, you might need to hold a fundraiser for that gift!
Are they all staying your own back yard Steve? Or will we know where you've been by bush turkey vanes all over the place?
Steve, they are fabulous. I'm ashamed to say that none of my gifts this year is handmade. Thought I thought of making and bottling a gorgeous looking recipe for a hot-sweet sauce.
Ceri and I have frequent discussions about the wind. His principal form of transportation is his bicycle. So he looks at the wind forecasts and says things like, "50km winds from the west, oh no!" And I, whose primary form of transportation is walking, says, "I have no idea what that means. But then I'm not a sailor, I'm the daughter of one."
Which brings me to my father, the sailor, and his shed, in which he builds model ships from 'scratch.' He's got no blog, but you may have heard me mention his craft on mine.
I love your turkeys. I should, perhaps, entertain the idea of commissioning one for my dearest friends, [domestic] turkey farmers, Len and Deb. We'll talk.
Happy Christmas to you and yours Steve. Wishing you continued creativity in your shed in 2013 and beyond.
Jennifer,
I'd love to make you one. I would then be able to brag that the turkeys have crossed the Pacific and can sniff the wind on two continents and in both hemispheres. I just hope they wouldn't get too confused with latitudes and longitudes etc. I don't recall your mentioning being the daughter of a sailor. Was he a maritime seaman or a sailor who used sails? Happy Christmas to you and your Toronto gang.
Loani,
2013 - the year of the Turkey.
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