In this weather, one thought is about all there's room for in a person's brain. Whenever I'm outdoors that thought is, hot! Congrats on your new status, Jennifer. Excellent image of the pigs sprawled on their lettuce. Makes me giggle.
June 24--Philips Wouwermans, Gentleman on a Horse Watching a Falconer. Gray dawn crept across the sky as Willem sat on top of the hill behind his house. His cool gray eyes watched the wheeling black shape of a falcon as it shifted into position and shot like an arrow to catch the pigeon Franz had released. The early hour kept voices low and the dew made the grass hang with its weight. Fleet shook his head, jangling his bridle, and went back to cropping the grass. Willem tugged the reins and turned the horse to keep his eyes on the stooping predator in the sky. Franz extended his left arm encased in its thick leather glove. Vector, the falcon, landed and released the pigeon in exchange for a scrap of raw meat. Franz twisted the pigeon's head, heard the spine snap, and put the carcass into his game bag, thinking of the pigeon pie Cook would make for lunch.
A tad gruesome, but I wrote
--Barbara
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