This last week has been wonderful. Autumn has officially arrived. The
shedding their yellow and rusty leaves, it's crisp but the sun has been
out shining all day. Bright blue skies and fresh cool air. It's quite a
relief after the summer's humidity. The mosquitoes are fading, but some
buzz around, looking for a meal. The pecan trees are heavily laden and
dropping their packages all over the place. I have been competing with
crows for the bounty.
|Lovely spot for a cup of tea|
|There is a squirrel in this picture somewhere.|
Swarms of crows hang around until I turn my back,
and then they swoop down for the nuts. Until now, I had no idea why a group of
crows was dubbed a "murder." Now I do, having seen and heard the
hordes. Honestly it's like Game of Thrones. There are tons of them,
although none with a third eye (that I have seen).
|Nuts, glorious nuts.|
It occurred to me that
maybe a diet of pecans is making these crows tastier than your average
crow, so have been trying to shoot some for the dinner table. They are
pretty wily, but so far I have got two. I can report that they are quite
tasty; the meat is dark like pigeon, and tastes similar, but more gamey,
a little tougher. Lauren isn't so keen. One of them had a nice layer of fat around its
breast -- evidence that they are getting fat on my pecans. I hope to perfect and post a recipe for some sort of crow delight soon. I know you can't wait for that.
|Stay away, crow.|
On to some pots. First a few from the master.
|Mark's big pots, awaiting slip trailing.|
|Mark's large canister jars, pink slip.|
|Some of Mark's canister jars with red slip banding.|
|Some of Mark's fat jars out to dry in the sun.|
|Mark's mugs, plates, and lids.|
|Big pots in the distance.|
|This morning a film crew from UNC were in to interview Mark|
|Adrian's work on the top two shelves, Mark's below.|
Now some of my pots, slipped and glazed, ready to be fired.
|Pots, pots, pots.|
|Some flower pots I made a couple of weeks ago.|
|1 1/2 lb jugs I was grappling with last week.|
|Small honey pots.|
I went into the barn to find some pots from the last firing that I'd made. There weren't that many left but here's a sampler.
|Baby honey pot.|