GETTING PRETTY AUTUMNAL ABOUT NOW As it is fall, the leaves are off the trees. Except these are pine trees, so they shouldn't be losing leaves at all. Hrm. Oh right, they've just had clippings cut from them. This apparently denudes the tree of all foliage. Tree planting is going pretty slowly at the moment. When the new migrants show up I will task a bunch more people onto tree planting. I need a local renewable source of lumber, I'm not keen to send the gnomes miles beyond the walls to get it instead. Also in this shot: the Manic pixie dream emu (dreamu?), still yet to be tied down by like, the man. The Man in this case is actually a woman, Tyjenks, who isn't coralling newborn emus because she's too busy making yak sausage. Delicious yak sausage. I'd love to use the bread I'm also making to make these into sandwiches, but the sausages get eaten so quickly I never get the chance. I guess everyone is sick of strawberries. Yak butchery and sausage making complete, Tyjenks gets back to animal tending, leading this newborn yak to pasture. Poor yaks. So trusting. Little do they know that only a lack of a Y chromosome stands between them and a meat grinder. The Terrible Puke Brain Trust is still at it. Dan Lawrence has proved to be the most dedicated secondary tinkerer, because he's the most useless for anything else. @Marcin's still the main boss of this effort, though. His TInkering skill is reaching absurd levels: Tinkering has now resource requirements beyond simply sitting there at the bench, and as such you skill up in much faster than with any other skill, where you're always needing ingredients to be able to practice on. Compare clethra 's skill at smithing trades: They've all gone up a bit, but still less than stratospheric. I clearly need to scale up my mining operations a great deal. Just need more cheap, unsuspecting labour! And here it is! Five is rather less than I'd hoped for, but then I have been deliberately avoiding creating anything valuable to avoid attracting undue interest from foes, which has the additional effect of not attracting much interest from friends, either. Still, a few more hands to the pump isn't to be sneezed at. This time they're come from what I'm thinking of as the "west" which means they have a lengthy trip around the walls. Here's hoping they don't get eaten too much. The fifth immigrant splits off from the others and tries to head around the southern route. I trust she won't bring this independence of spirit to her new role toiling in my mines.