These days I forget things. During the last 30 minutes I forgot the cinnamon buns in the owen (twice), I did not notice the remarkable date yesterday (12 12 12) and I very much forgot about Saint Lucia's day today. A busy week.
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Illustration to an article for the magazine Utkik.
Picture is a mix between visions by three Västervik politicians and my own, made-up, futuristic image of Spötorget, a square in Västervik, wich could need a little bit of... life.
Very much winter. And the children long for Christmas holiday.
A raptor made a visit when we were not at home. Sylvia (the blind hen), the tiny brown without a name, another brown one, and our very fine rooster, are now sadly gone. (Almost exactly a year ago we had the same kind of unwanted guest visiting.)
From now on, the rest of the flock must stay in the coop while we are at work. At least until spring comes and they can stroll freely again.
Some days earlier I followed the larger bantam hen (who is one of the four remaining) down to the lake, where she, for some time, had taken a daily walk (or run, in the shelter of bushes and rocks).
I saw her snuck in under the dinghy, and when I lifted the boat up a little bit, I found the eggs.