woods day & process: okay actually we were at the park but
up side, jackdaws DO like shiny things, might still wind up with a customer
up side, jackdaws DO like shiny things, might still wind up with a customer
[ A pyramidal, deeply eroded lump of coarse rock sits atop a treestump. Most of it is brown, but there are a few spots near the bottom, and one spot where it’s eroded more, that are white. ] This is a salt lick! Ask me how I’m so sure!
[ A white person wearing hiking gear and a bright orange hat stands atop a boulder, arms outspread, grinning. ] So what with one thing & another me & Morgyn decided to go for a hike Christmas afternoon. True, this isn’t one of my traditional Christmas activities, but sometimes you just gotta.
[ A broad pile of boulders, probably thirty feet high, looms over a stretch of ground dotted with confiers. ] Turns out there were TWO big piles of rocks within sight of my Woods Day spot. A conundrum: which to climb? Have you met me? BOTH. This was the second one.
[ Loiosh, an orange tabby wearing a green harness, stands in the shade of a couple of really big boulders stacked atop each other. He’s looking off to the right, ears and whiskers perked forward curiously. ] Loiosh really enjoyed having this big pile of rocks to scramble around on. And under, and around, and …
[ Major Tom, a big grey tabby, is walking away from the camera, into a small space between big boulders. His tail sways from side to side. ] Tom’s not at all worried about squeezing himself into a small space. To be fair, he’s smaller than I am, so there’s a lot less squeezing.
[ A very close view of green-grey lichens on a hunk of pinky granite. ] … okay lichens aren’t plants AS SUCH but close enough
[ Loiosh, an orange tabby wearing a green harness, stands on a good-sized boulder, looking over his shoulder at another rock a couple feet away. More rocks occupy the rest of the image, towering far over his head. A stand of conifers is visible through a gap between two of the boulders. ] Loiosh does …
[ Loiosh, an orange tabby wearing a green harness, has his head turned to the side, muzzle pressed right up against the spot where his harness is mussing his fur. ] Loiosh has a licky spot. He doesn’t like to admit it, & he REFUSES to stick his tongue out if he can help it, …
[ A close view of Loiosh’s face — he’s an orange tabby, with white whiskers, and a couple of black freckles on his pink nose. ] … but how could such a sweet, adorable boy possibly be such a trouble, you ask? Like this, y’all. Like this.