Well, it appears that the nest has been abandoned. No eggs; no remnants. Way too soon for successful reproduction. Ah well.
I wonder if local wildlife was involved. I'm unlikely to know.
...but that frees me to continue working on the deck project.
And another egg today.
...and momma was laying an egg. We may be on hiatus for about four weeks.
Later, in court, Mistress Ranveig was called forth to join the Order of the Pearl. She had the "wait! what!" look nailed. Then Sigrid held up the stick and read it. In Swedish or something like that. Then the English for those who could not figure out what she was saying. Ranveig squeaked!
Ranveig got Laureled very promptly on coming to Atlantia because She Was There. The Pearls wanted her in their company to get her counsel on candidates.
I have mice in my shop. Today, I emptied both mouse traps. Again. I dumped the mice outside.
Later, I saw one of the local cats discover the cat toy. And then left it there.
...but when I finally was done in the shop, there were no toys left, so I presume they ended up in cat(s).
Meanwhile, the traps are reset again.
Getting stuff ready for Janina's Laureling Saturday. I've got a bunch of kielbasa in the mini fridge open to dry some. Also a mess of dates encased in beef bacon and baked. And two and a half quarts of pear sauce spiced with galingale and ginger. Kielbasa for the vigil dayboard; the rest for the Cambion Overboard. That is, we'll be so far offboard that we are overboard.
An amusing article from Language Log crossed my path tonight:
Silent Night, Quaker Style
Computer guy; herald (Morsulus); medievalist. Tablet weaver; woodworker.
Medievalists and Medieval-adjacent. Sort-of.