Friday, April 28, 2017

NOW for those flowers and feathers!

Visual delights come at us fast and furious this time of year, and I want to share some of them before they flee the scene! From our show-stopping flowering cherry to the flowers in my island bed, to the wee wildflowers in the pasture to the overwintered geranium recently relocated to the deck, these are just the newest entries in the grand floral parade at Boulderneigh.







We've had a parade of new birds flying in as well. The violet green swallows are back – and a pair of them appear to be setting up housekeeping in one of our nest boxes:

We've had a flurry of newcomers at the feeder, too, including evening grosbeaks (shoot; where did my photos of them go?), red finches, golden-crowned sparrows, Eurasian collared doves – and a bright male goldfinch.

Fortunately our feline seems to prefer rodents over birds. (I love how cats can be both graceful and goofy at the same time.)

I've started another Fair Isle hat out of leftovers (because Sheep Heid is FUN!):

and have some new fuzz for which to form a plan:

I agreed to knit something for charity with this BFL yarn Theresa spun and sent to me; I think it will make a fabulous cowl. :-)

That's a Friday FULL of Fs from . . .

Thursday, April 27, 2017

The Littles

I can't help it; they are too cute not to share!



The Littles, as I call Bree's twins and Babette's single, will be a week old tomorrow. They have "found their legs," much to the consternation of their dams – Babette especially. I didn't get to enjoy the older lambs at this age because we were in Nebraska and they were cooped up in the fold, so it is doubly delightful to watch these cuties. I took these photos and videos yesterday; now I'm off to let them enjoy a romp today. ;-)


That's it for now from . . .

Tuesday, April 25, 2017

Better times

The plan was a post of "flowers, feathers, and Fair Isle," but before I could make that happen, other "stuff" happened. The only one I can share is this: Welsie our nine-year-old Welsummer died today.
Photo taken five years ago, in much better times for both.

That's it for today from . . .

Sunday, April 23, 2017

Sheep inside, outside, downside, upside

Inside:
Hunky polled ramlet Bogie, taken a week before the last lambings

A fairly successful attempt at capturing Bardot's amazing fleece and structure
Bette, left, and Butler, right, to show their slight difference in color



A better look at Bette's beautiful back end
Bette's scrumptious fleece without flash...

...and with flash
Bernadette's color and crimp for comparison

Outside:
The littles got left behind! Then ONE ewe remembered her babies....

Little lambs

Big lambs

No lambs

Friendly lambs – Bacall and Bardot


Downside:
In their lust for lush grass after being cooped up a couple days, Bree and Babette abandoned their lambs! Bree came to her senses almost immediately; Babette, unfortunately, did not. Confused by the big, big world, Bernadette hung with her cousins until Bree realized she had an interloper and butted her away. So I scooped her up and went to find her mother – who kept moving on to avoid me. I finally got them reunited, and left them all to graze and play. Then it started to rain – no, pour!
Hard to see just how wet it is out there
Upside: The newborns got a shower to help clean off the birth fluids. When I brought everyone back in the fold, I toweled off the three littles so they didn't get chilled.

Last night I realized that all the data is in, so I needed to calculate the winner of my lambing dates contest. I tackled that this morning, figuring out how many days off each person was for each lambing and adding them together. Diane started off with a BANG, missing Sarai's and Vienna's lambing dates by just one day each (-2). But after all four ewes lambed, a new leader emerged – Tina, with -17! Since Tina spins, knits, and weaves, I'm hoping she'll appreciate winning my first Fair Isle project, Sheep Heid:

I started another Sheep Heid out of scraps today while at a memorial service. (It lasted over two hours – I sit still ever so much better when my hands are busy!)

That's it for a busy day at . . .