More Working Hardly

There's nothing like a cat to make you really crabby when you are so busy you hardly get a chance to sit down.

The progression of Wiwi's day...











Actually, she doesn't make me crabby. She makes me smile. Wiwi's old and having some health issues, so I'm glad she's enjoying herself.

But, don't let her fool you. She did this when she was a young whipper snapper, too.

A Lover AND A Fighter

Poor little sweet Lorna Doone-Buggy. She has been so sick. Just when I think she's starting to look a little better, back down she slides. However, no matter how bad she feels, she's always had her chin up or her nose in the feed bucket (or tall clovers). Just the toughest little lamb I've ever seen.

Sunday morning I thought we were on a bad course. She was holding her head up and happy to see me, but breathing so gurgly, nose so snotty and not super interested in breakfast. With all the company here getting attached to her, I dreaded coming in for my own breakfast and having to tell everyone I thought she wasn't going to make it.

Her guardian angel must be working overtime. By evening she was up and tootling around and out grazing with Miss Ewenice and seems to be getting a little 'more betterer' every day. Maybe this 4th round of antibiotics is what she needed...or it might be the good care she's getting.



Ewenice has done such a good job with her adopted baby girl. Even during all the cool weather over the weekend, she only went out to graze in the early morning and late evening and never took little Doone-Buggy much past the little creek. I didn't think too much about it though until these last few days. It has really warmed back up again and look who's out in the heat of the midday sun this afternoon.



And look where they are!

Let me tell you (well, you can probably see ;-), nothing gets in the way of Ewenice eating. The fact that she limited her grazing until these last two days when her baby was feeling better really just amazes me. As most of our sheep spend the hottest part of the day in the shade, I'm not sure if Ewenice is just making up for lost time or if she knows her baby is finally able and needs to get out and eat lots of vitamin rich grass.

Either way, you'll never be able to convince me that animals aren't smart, don't feel, have compassion for others...

Thank you Miss Ewenice.

Sunday Stills - Wildflowers

From the fence row across the road...

I almost sat this one out - too much going on and I didn't get my shots collected during the week. I thought I wouldn't be able to get anything in the rain this morning. Good surprise!











I'm guessing this last one has technically gone to seed, but I like it because it looks like fireworks.

Hope everyone had a great holiday!

For more Sunday Stills.

Sneak Peek

Real quick - Jan Baby and City Boy are here and we are all officially on vacation - whew!









Look - there's even some wool in there :-)



We still need to build the drying racks and skirting table and do all the minor touch ups, but we are definitely in the home stretch. Double whew!

Getting Rid Of A Dog

I have had a throw on my big Macomber loom for over a year. On paper I knew it wasn't the best choice in warp and weft (the opposing threads that cross over and under), but it came as a kit from Halcyon Yarn - one of my favorite yarn catalogs - so I assumed it was okay...

The yarn (all the yarn :-/) is mohair boucle (with the curly loops) and while it is okay, the threads are sticky and stretchy and it is tedious to work with and has sat there. For over a year. Making me a. feel guilty for not finishing it and b. preventing me for using the loom for a more enjoyable project. It has become what is known as a "dog".

Needing to pull the beam off the back of the loom so it will fit through the spare bedroom door, out the front door, onto a trailer and into the new studio was just the kick in the pants I needed. In between finishing up last minute details for not only the studio, but getting ready for out of town company, taking care of a sick lamb, feeding the boys, mowing...I am slowly, but surely getting rid of a "dog".



The throw has transformed into a shawl. I'm short on time and for some reason short on weft (the side to side yarn), but it will be beautiful when it's done and I'm sure my loom is just as excited to be freed as I am.