I don't know if I'm the first to point this out, but during respectless, when Velvette says "you've got it twisted," her head turns around at a different rate than her body*.
This actually works to confirm a small theory of mine that Velvette's joints work like a doll's do.
Just a neat detail I noticed for the first time!
*to clarify, her head spins around twice while her body only does so once
. . . But in 1948 Israel declared its sovereignty from the British Mandate through the besiegement of indigenous Palestinians. The new nation retained Regulation 133(3) with an important caveat: It was amended to give military commanders complete control over where a body is buried, as opposed to the original “community to which such person belongs.” This is the legal basis of postmortem detention, and over the last 80 years the scope of the law has expanded greatly. Namely, who is subject to postmortem detention by the military (from “enemy soldier” to the blanket term “terrorist”) and when the state is entitled to seize bodies (from “times of war” to “forever war on terror”).
Regulation 133(3) can now impose restrictions on funerals when a body is returned to a family. When Palestinian prisoner Mustafa Arabat succumbed to torture in 1992, Israeli courts ruled in favor of the military to enforce that his funeral be held in the middle of the night and only attended by immediate family. Today, families whose bodies are eventually returned to them must abide by the military’s rules on how to express their final rites. Israeli law explicitly defines these funerals as a threat to “public order” and grants soldiers power over a family’s grieving.
I heard the ladies screaming, so ran outside. Wormbecca was running circles yelling her head off, while Tallgeese just stood there placidly allowing herself to be dragged off. which is at least in character for her.
I chased the fox out of the yard with a shovel, locked Wormy in the coop, and then checked over Tallgeese for injuries. luckily, she doesn’t look to have any broken skin. Tallgeese is moulting at the moment, and is an incredibly fluffy bird, so all the fox managed to get was a mouthful of loose feathers. she has a new bald spot, which will probably be all sad and bruised tomorrow, but no broken bones, no tooth punctures, etc. we got extremely lucky!
I’ve never actually seen a wild fox before, so am hoping this guy is a passerby rather than a permanent resident. in any case, the ladies will be shut in the run for the next couple months - the fox can’t reach them through the chickenwire, and should hopefully learn that all it gets from this yard is an angry 6′2 torontonian with a shovel.
Upstairs George has also been promoted to chicken guardian (he gets to hold my shovel and everything). not sure how smart foxes are, but it can’t hurt.