JP @daedalus@eigenmagic.net

Where the fuck has today gone? How is it 3:30pm already?

Morning Fediverse!

Nope. I think I am done with writing this whitepaper today.

The chickens have decided the paving sand is yummy.

Morning Fediverse!

I see Kamahl is in the news a bit and I just recalled that I think I did a community fair gig once in the early '90s with my little jazz group and Kamahl was the main act. He was just totally charming and a thoroughly lovely human.

It is dark and too early to be up.

Morning Fediverse!

Morning Fediverse!

Morning Fediverse.

Salt probably won't get to learn the trick, but she's easier to pick up anyway. Pepper would run away or dodge, so at least now I can get her off the lid of the box when I need to open it.

Salt is only at the early stages of training, where she just steps onto my arm to get at some food, so I end up with two chickens on my arm, both trying to eat the seed at once while also not falling off and generally getting in each other's way.

It's hard to train Salt to get on my arm, though, because Pepper is there and is *much* more food motivated than Salt.

Salt was very good at knocking over the seed container and spilling seed all over the inside of the storage box, though.

Pepper, our chicken, is now good at getting on my arm like a falcon when I make a hand signal.
Salt, the other chicken, is not.

A ring tail possum was clattering around on the laserlight at the back of our place. They are very cute, but I hope it isn't nesting in our roof.

I should not have watched that press conference.