The spandrels are mostly done. Tricky angles cut, fit to their bridles, and sitting in place with no gap wider than a cigarette paper is thick (I checked with feeler gauges...).
It's taken the best part of three days to get them here. Three days of head-scratching, head-butting the workbench figuring out not just what the angles need to be but how to cut the damned things. Three days of working out the order of operations, making wedges and jigs, all in service of making the actual cuts, which took barely 4 hours from first cut to fitted.
All this for a tiny detail that is almost invisible. A spandrel sits in the corner where leg meets apron, mitred at not-quite-forty-five to create the 1.5 degree splay of the legs. You probably wouldn't notice it, but you'd miss it if it wasn't there. That's the whole game with furniture: the collision of tiny detail after tiny detail that disappears into the finished thing. If it works you call it beauty. Mostly I just call it done, and move on.
The Brush Notes from the week have the workings if you want to follow the maths. I don't want to look at the maths again for a while.
Out the back the pullets have started making proper grown-up chicken noises: the cheep-cheeps have made way for the soft "bucbuc" leading into a proper "BUCCAAAAAAAAAAAAP". Just in time for the days to get short. That first egg might be a while.
Next week: shaping and cutting the male dovetail on the remaining legs, one tiny dovetail per apron corner and hopefully, applying the finish.