Yes, Z-plied yarn. In case I want to continue this Twined Odyssey.
I just came home. My trip out into the wilderness was a bit cold and am drinking hot tea and warming my hands around a hot cup. A scarf and wool socks and a warm sweater were all a necessity today. I took Tina
- a Finnish Spitzer - and her hunting assistant (he thinks he is the hunter but Tina refers him just an assistant, she is doing all the work and playing the main role) and their gear into the woods where they are going to live in a tent the whole week and roam the woods to their hearts desire.
A Finnish Spitzer is a very old breed specialized to bird hunting. When Tina spots a bird in a tree, she takes the birds attention by barking 120 times(!) per minute. The bark is more like howling or singing. The bird is hypnotized more or less with the furious noise and stays put and in the meantime the assistant tries to approach the bird very slowly and with as little noise as possible, sometimes the last meters on his stomach crawling. If they are lucky, they get the bird. I have been told that Tina is sometimes very interested in the catch but very often just comes to check that the bird is being put into the backpack to be taken home. And once it is done, she is off again searching for another one.
Although people hunt up here they respect the nature and always make sure that the amount they take does not have too big impact on the number of birds. A wild bird in a freezer is a treasure and it has to be cooked with love and care to get the best of it. We, who live here permanently, have a right to hunt on these grounds. People coming from elsewhere have to have permits.These two pictures are from the camping spot. Those two are going to have some kind of a retreat out there, it is very unlikely that they will meet another human being during the whole week... The moment we got there today Tina jumped into the lake. It is not that common for a spitzer to be a keen swimmer but Tina learnt to swim with the girls. I hope she stays away from the water in the evenings, the odour of a wet dog might be a bit much in a small tent... But then again she will be wiped out in the evenings and after having warm sausages cooked in the open fire, she probably just enjoys curling into a sleeping bag. She has her own.
There won't be humans but it is very likely there are lots of these.This herd of reindeer got very nervous when I stopped the car and got out to take pictures. And they started to walk away from me quite quickly.
The country up here is very bare and empty. Maybe that is one of the reasons, one follows the nature so closely. Not much is happening, and since I don't have any neighbors who I could follow, I have all this energy for the nature. Sometimes, just sometimes, this is a bit lonely. Mostly not.
There are three rivers that connect with my lake. This river is one that flows away (downstream) from the lake. I'm not sure if this one is the most beautiful one. The one that is upstream is maybe a bit more idyllic yet. But I could not find a picture of it.
Now I think I'll return to the waist shaping so that I will have some knitting to show eventually...