had a bump under his tail when I bought him. The vet said, “Let it be; but, call me if it changes.”
Seven years later, it changed. Instead of one bump, there were three. These bumps are melanomas. I called the vet and asked him to come take a look. He did. Oscar was a total jerk that day, and while we were trying to get him to stand still, I casually mentioned he had a bit of a “wart” in his mane too.
The vet took one feel and said, “We need to get that out.”
It’s not a wart, it’s also a melanoma and a quick growing one since it grew in just a year’s time. They have been removed and he’s on some drugs now to prevent their regrowth. All is good with the horse for now.
I made my first Clapotis. I have no idea how to say that. I use the Midwestern pronunciation which phonetically equates to “clap oat is” (three distinct syllables with no clear accent on any one of them). Clearly wrong. But there you have it. Hooked on phonics.
I read that it’s a good idea to use a file to smooth the ends into points. I didn’t do that. I wanted to see how these welding rods worked for blocking first. They are brilliant.
It might have been easier with points on the ends, but it certainly wasn’t hard to thread the rods through just like they are. If I ever get really bored and can’t figure out what to do with myself someday, I’ll use a file to smooth the ends. In other words, not going to happen anytime soon.
I got inspired to knit the ubiquitous clap oat is thanks to Books & Hooks & Sticks. I mentioned to her I was in a bit of a knitting funk and she said she was going to knit yet her third clap oat is, suggesting it was a sure-fire way to get the mojo back. It worked!
I just love these little guys: Cassin’s finch and perhaps a Pine Siskin or two. The way they poke their heads up over the window sill to give me the “eye” just cracks me up.
I’m not sure, but I think they are keeping an eye out on my work habits. Have they embarrassed me into shaping up and working faster? Nope. I just sit and watch them. It all started when I put seeds on my window sill because of the wind. It just didn’t seem right to make them perch there on the feeder when it was swinging all crazybob out there. But it’s turned into an event that all of us seem to enjoy immensely. Until the cat shows up. She has been banished to the garage again today for bird stalking.
I wish I could get a video of all the birds at the feeders. It’s very cool. Even a non-birder, as I formerly was, gets inspired by the variety and sheer number of birds in this pinyon juniper forest. Watching the interaction between species and within species has been interesting and entertaining. No doubt, I will be inflicting more bird photos on you in the future! Brace yourselves.