A Studio day

[morgaina]

For someone who is as interested as I am in ornerie’s cook book plans and schemes and advanced cooking techniques, you wouldn’t think I’d screw up so badly on a simple thing such as forgetting the leavening and salt in the uber-muffins I just made. But I did. Unusual breakfasts for me the next week.

Birdies flew in my studio today trying to beat their little brains, or lack thereof, out on the windows. Some years I get a lot of animals in there, haven’t for awhile though.

My favorite are bats because on some primitive level they are scary. They swoop around at high speed when I turn the light on. I’ve come back to the studio with them hanging on the inside of leather-hard mugs, like their own little New York Studio apartment. Also once after coming back from a play, which just happened to be “Dracula”, I went to the studio to check on pots before going to the house and when I turned on the lights a bat started flying around and around the ceiling. Superstiton did a tap dance on the throat of my logic that time. Although I do tend to exaggerate at times, this really happened.

My least favorite animal visitors are raccoons, they stomp in my slurry buckets, leave footprints all over and squash wet pots. I take this as a personal insult (as who would not?). They appear to be critical of the quality of the pots, as if they were “old school” professors or Japanese Masters.

Comments

[gwen-the-potter.livejournal.com]

Speaking of animals, an interesting thing happened at Crown. A small bird, I'm not sur what kind, swooped into our RV camp, and was just walking around all these humans. My husband started throwing bits of bread, and the little thing just loved it. Then it flew up and onto his hand. We were able to hand feed it, and pass it from person to person. I guess it was such a remote site that it hadn't learned to fear vehicles or humans. After it ate it's fill, it flew away. It was so funny, to see all these big people being so gentle with this tiny little bird.

[copper-oxide.livejournal.com]

That is strange, I wonder why it was so unafraid?