Wednesday, March 22, 2017

At loose ends

My ewes are keeping me in suspense (will they or won't they lamb before I leave?); I can't decide what to knit next (MUST.HAVE.TRAVEL.KNITTING!); weather, work and Spring Break are messing with my routine and mental health mustang time; and undisclosed family issues are heating up again after a lull. Among other things. Somebody better bring a straightjacket!

That's it for now from . . .

Monday, March 20, 2017

A reluctant welcome

Shucks. The calendar says Spring arrived today; I really wanted winter lambs. Actually, what I REALLY want is for Vienna and Sarai to lamb well before we leave next week, so I don't have to fret about something happening that our chore person can't handle – or between the two times a day that she is here. I have had to intervene enough times in my relatively short tenure as shepherd to know there is risk. :-/

So I spend time coaching them. "Hurry up and lamb, Sarai. And I would LOVE it if a little black girl with your gorgeous, roo-able fleece is in there."
 "You, too, Vienna." (On the 'hurry up' part; no chance for black lambs from her!) "And Babette, I hate to burst your bubble but you're not going to be the baby much longer."
"Say WHAT?"

"I want to meet a big, handsome ram – I mean, have a baby; why don't you ever let me consort – I mean, have a baby?"

"Someday we'll find the right ram for you, Blaise. Just forget about that for now; let me rub your chin."

"Okay. Oh, that feels good. Can't . . . can't keep my eyes open. Hmmm; maybe rams aren't all they're cracked up to be...."

That's it from most of the girls today at . . .

Saturday, March 18, 2017

From liquid to limpid

This morning I shot a one-frame movie amalgamation. Chicken Run: A River Runs Through It.
In a word: nasty!

But by the time we got home from church, potluck, and visiting this afternoon, it was beautiful, so we loaded up the bicycles and rode around nearby Grand Island, a Willamette River island that claims to have some of the most productive farmland in the world. The river itself was running high,
and high water elsewhere kept us from making a couple different loops. But that same high water provided respite for migrating waterfowl. Small groups of Canadian geese often moved overhead, then Rick said, "Swans!" Sure enough, there were the great white birds on lapis lazuli, dwarfing the nearby Canadians:

Back home, the girls enjoyed grazing on glittering emeralds:
This evening I spent time in the fold with them. Sarai and Bree were feeling cuddly, perfectly content to let me take liberties with their persons. As a result I got my first chance this year to feel the flutter of little fetal feet (Sarai), and confirmed that Bree is indeed going to be a mommy!

Then I caught a much more reticent Babette to check her over and change out her coat for a bigger one. She shows no hint of maternity yet, so either she settled later than her sister or not at all. I wouldn't be surprised (or disappointed) if it were the latter; she's only a yearling and three bred ewes is plenty for my small set-up. But Babette is producing a lovely fleece:

That's it for today from . . .

Friday, March 17, 2017

The muck of the Irish

There is a reason both green and rainbows are associated with Ireland – RAIN. The Willamette Valley resembles that remark. ;-)



But not before this!

Now that was a spectacular sunrise – no pratfall necessary!

I had a short window before the rain started this morning, and made the most of it. I took photos of flowers, Lance and I danced for 30 minutes, and I took more flower pictures. The color of the day – besides green – is obviously white. Around the house:

In the woods, below the arena:

That's it for today from . . .