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Wednesday, March 21, 2012

"This Makes Absolutely No Sense!"


Just as I was finishing up a nice ride on Hickory (in my new to me saddle :-) I heard the side barn door crash open and saw all the sheep yippee-ing it out into a paddock that they weren't supposed to be in (rotational grazing plan...plan being the operative word).

My first thought was to run Hickory over to the cross ties, unbridle, put his halter on and hook him up and then run back over to get the sheep. Duh. Jump back on Hickory and let him run the sheep back in.

Aria used to LOVE doing this. If I needed to get everyone in the barn and they weren't cooperating, I'd jump on Aria and let her set things straight. After two times of her being able to outrun them when they tried to scoot past me...I just had to walk her into the field. Sheep all in the barn, thank you very much ;-).

Hickory was less enthusiastic. I drew him trotting, but in reality we were walking. Really slowly. Slow is Hickory's favorite gait and the sheep figured that out pretty quick, but we did get the job done.

I couldn't help thinking that he was probably pretty confused by the whole situation. I mean, really, he's been nothing but yelled at for Sheep Bowling and now he's supposed to chase them? Poor Hickory.

I thought briefly of taking an iPhone picture as we were getting the last two (Willard and Lila - of course) corralled up, but decided to do a cartoon sketch instead. I needed to be drawing some sheep anyway, right?



I think Hickory and I look pretty good, but you'll notice there are no sheep in the drawing.

Seriously?

The whole month has been devoted to drawing sheep and now you can't draw a sheep???

I made three attempts and they were awful and I really need to get back to the shop and get some work done so gave up...for now. I'll try again later.

How is everyone else doing drawing their sheep? I've received some super cute chalkboard sketches from John C. and Lori's posted some great pictures of her art student's work.

I'm ready to start receiving images for the Draw a Sheep Art Show next Monday. You can either scan your drawings, take a photo of your drawings or if you did your drawing on a tablet or computer, just save it as a jpeg and send it that way. Please keep the file size under 300 KB and send them to thecrazysheeplady AT gmail DOT com.

Remember, this is JUST FOR FUN!!! No judging, just sharing. And I need to follow my own guidelines and remember there are no bad sheep drawings!

And everyone who sends in at least one picture will be entered to win a copy of Henry Moore's Sheep Sketchbook :-D.

Tuesday, March 20, 2012

The Midsummer Meltdown

On the first day of spring.

I thought about transcribing the whole meltdown phone call, but I'd have had to have done it right then to get the full "crazy" and now that the blazing sun has gone down and the air has cooled (some) and I'm not sweating (much) and I'm no longer sobbing (uncontrollably) it's (a little) harder to muster.

And besides, Saint Tim hates the Saint Tim moniker and he'd be getting some sort of major award(s) just for coming home tonight if the events of the afternoon ever got out. Part was witnessed by a nice guy at Auto Zone...but we aren't going into it ;-).



Excessive grass clippings and an obsessive lawn (hate to admit this one too, but it's what they call me) nazi. Straight to the padded cell. And no, this is not the first time I've mowed this spring.



I don't know what this weed is called in proper company, but it's its own chapter in crazy. I spent hours (in the blazing hot sun...sweating...in case you'd forgotten) pulling this from several flower beds. Unsuccessfully.



The difference between a good yard sheep and a bad yard sheep? Lila would have had every weed (and plant) eaten in every garden and raised bed.

Seriously Ewenice. Go ahead. If you eat everything, I can turn it all back into grass. I don't love strawberries that much and I've not cooked a stalk of rhubarb in my life.



But the afternoon cooled down. I took a deep breath and watched the sheep grazing for awhile. Got some wool work done THAT I'D HAVE PLENTY OF TIME TO DO IF I WASN'T SITTING ON THE MOWER! Let it go...



And sat down in the yard with Miss Ewenice, Iris and Weaslie, who was huddled next to me, because if there is one thing a Corgi understands (and fears ;-) it's a midsummer meltdown...on the first day of spring.

Monday, March 19, 2012

Draw A Sheep - Part Three

One of my favorite sheep artists is new friend Barbara Leonard. Barbara is an English designer and creator of one of the cutest sheep on the blog block, Sherbet. Sherbet lives in a darling cottage called Clover Cottage and especially enjoys gardening, nature, visiting and cooking with his friends, but also worries and writes about current events that affect sheep. B. Willard has enjoyed getting to know him and having an English pen pal.

Sherbet hopes to one day have his own animated tv show and currently has an e-book in the works, with poems about him and his friends, full of illustrations. For now he shares little stories of his life on his blog, Sherbet Sheep and Friends.

He and his friends joined us for a day of sheep drawing. Let's see what adventures transpired!

Please excuse the huge spaces. I can't figure out how to get rid of them, so we'll just think of them as extra spaces to doodle more sheep ;-).





















































Oh what a wonderful day it is today. I woke up very early, eager to start the day and as I sat at my kitchen table eating my scrumptious breakfast, I felt very excited as I knew that at any moment Pearl, Doodle and Mango would knock on my door ready to share a very creative day with me. Last week Pearl had thought of a very good idea. She asked Doodle if he would teach us all to draw. Well you see, Doodle Dog is very talented indeed and he loves to share his rainbow coloured ideas with everyone he meets. At half past eight exactly my dear friends arrived at Clover Cottage and our amazing day was ready to begin.

First of all though, I needed a little help with a few garden tasks, so Mango, Doodle and Pearl jumped into my wheelbarrow clutching their garden tools, and I pushed them all, bumping them along, to my vegetable garden, where we weeded, dug and planted until there was just no more to do at all. I then pushed them all back to the front of Clover Cottage where they jumped out of the wheelbarrow and then the fun began !


Doodle had brought along lots of pencils, paint brushes and crayons and some sketch pads and we all sat down on my green, crunchy grass, which luckily felt lovely and dry. Doodle asked me to stand up and be his model, while Pearl and Mango watched the lesson carefully.

I felt a little embarrassed at first and my cheeks blushed a little, to an even deeper shade of pink than they were already. Everyone said how handsome I looked so I soon found my courage and stood proudly under the oak tree to have my picture drawn. All the little creatures in my garden gathered around. The hedgehogs had stopped drinking from their saucer of milk to join the group, the frogs had stopped croaking and hopped over to sit next to Mango, the butterflies fluttered around my head giving me more confidence and the caterpillars left the shelter of their cabbage leaves to watch. We were all settling down into our nice, comfy, grassy seats, all except me of course, as I was the honoured chosen model! All was quiet as we waited expectantly for Doodle to start drawing.




You will never guess what happened next. All of a sudden there was a loud creak and a scary, cracking noise from the branches of the oak tree, we all looked up and were shocked to see a whole nest full of baby blackbirds tumbling down from the tree. I acted very quickly and just caught them in time before they fell to the ground. Oh dear, what a surprise! There I was, standing in front of my audience, holding a very prickly nest of chirping birds. I have never in my life known such a thing. How wonderful I thought, to have been able to save these lovely little creatures from a very nasty fall indeed. We then all heard a loud, cheery cheeping sound coming from the sky and we looked up again to see the very relieved mother blackbird diving around in the air with joy. She had an expression of pure gratitude on her face, she was smiling so much that her beak was curled up at the edges. I invited her to join us in our drawing class. She said yes, she would be delighted to sit on the grass next to all the other little creatures and watch the lesson. At that point Doodle had a brilliant idea. He asked the mother blackbird if she would mind if her baby birds could be in the picture with me. She agreed, filled with pride as her babies had never been drawn before. I stood in my place holding the birds nest very, very carefully while Doodle showed us all how to draw. After a little while he held up a beautiful sketch of me and the nest of baby birds.




We all clapped in delight at the clever picture and even though we all knew we cannot draw as well as Doodle, it inspired us all to go home and draw, with the rainbow coloured crayons Doodle had given us.

Mango especially, was so eager to make a drawing of his plate of cheese that he had left on his window sill, that he rushed home to his red watering can at full speed and leaped in the top, disappeared inside and did not appear again until he had finished his drawing!


Oh what a simply delightful day we all had together. I am so happy to have taken part in Doodle's drawing lesson and I am truly grateful that I was able to save the little birds from danger. I have promised the mother blackbird, that tomorrow, I will climb up my wooden ladder and put the nest with her precious babies in, back among the oak tree branches where they belong, so that they can grow stronger in complete peace and happiness until they are ready to fly. I do so hope they stay and make their homes here at Clover Cottage where they will be most welcome to join all the other little creatures in my garden.

I felt really important being a special guest at the Punkin's Patch draw a sheep challenge and I hope everyone goes out to a garden to enjoy the beautiful spring weather and try drawing some sheep with their friends. I'm so looking forward to meeting everyone.

Love from Sherbet x



Sunday, March 18, 2012

Sunday Stills - Transitions

For this next weeks challenge I want you to photograph your interpretation of a transition……what comes to my mind is one that goes from the end of winter to the beginning of spring but you might want to do something uniquely different.

Well, an obvious transition on a sheep farm and what I'd originally planned for today's challenge is shearing. However, I was afraid if I posted too many days of fiber photos that Ed's head might explode, so I headed out for some budding blooms ;-).













For more transitional Sunday Stills...

Friday, March 16, 2012

When We Last Saw Our Hero...

He was waiting patiently (Graham-patiently that is ;-) for a haircut.



Marcel: "Please, mister. Can you hold him down for a little longer? A few of us have some stuff we want to, um, say to him."



Marcel ended up one of my favorite shears. Look how dark chocolate brown he was underneath all those sunbleached tips!



Pretty, pretty. The first picture is truer color - more brown than red.



Petunia, our other moorit, is a completely different type of brown (and fleece - see how loose the locks are compared to Marcel's?). She turned "oatmeal" after her first shearing several years ago and continues to be one of my favorite fleeces.



Petunia is one of the most laid back, easy going sheep on the farm...but she ain't so into shearing. I think she's been shorn four (or could it be five?) years now and there was only minimal improvement this time. Gavin spent some extra time with her, making sure she was more relaxed when they finished than when they started, even kissing her on the nose before he turned her loose.

"I don't care what you do. I don't like shearers and I HATE getting my hair cut!"



Keebs isn't much into it either.

"I just hope you don't mess my hair up like that one time!"



Pretty Mia. Pretty fleece. Pretty tough to shear as well. Sigh. Always tip your sheep shearer.



And I wish I'd gotten a better wide angle picture of this huge fleece (see it piled all the way to the wall?). Who's sitting there all pretty, behaving herself like a good sheep should?

Yep, that's Renny!

Renny looks like she lost about 100 pounds yesterday. And it's the prettiest shade of gray. Very long, not super soft, but with great character (sheep and fleece). The very best kind.

And yes, it was wrapped in her green sheet :-)

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