Coco Papi Said Stop!
So, We Did
Mahogany Buttons for Oatmeal Cardi
Alright, I know. Be careful what you wish for…or for what you wish. I wished for sweater weather, rather than sweatful weather. And, I got it!
Today, Oatmeal Cardi was given the chance to go to work, do its job, you know, be worn. But, I still hadn’t figured out the buttons. So, Tom gave me some slices of wood, cherry, mahogany, and maple, and said, “Go to town.” I did. I messed around for awhile, carving ovals, curvy rectangles, and all manner of awful things. Finally, I settled on some scooped corner mahogany squares, edges broken just enough to be smooth, and big enough to stay buttoned.
That’s them. Up there in the picture. Still unfinished, but tomorrow’s another day. They’ll be a dark red, lovely mahogany.
Oatmeal Modelling Raw Buttons
Well, so far, none of the darn photos show the red alpaca in the knit. I think that when the buttons are finish coated, and their color is vibrant, the red in the yarn will pop. A little bit. I hope.
So, that’s all I had time for today. Crazily enough. The twins are getting big and they aren’t napping so much, so Maa and Pa have to be out there spending time with the teeny lumpkins. Oh, I did have time for one more thing…
This is a recipe on which to found an empire. What’s in these muffins? Coconut, oats, tangerine, blueberries, the neighbors’ honey. And this and that, the stuff that unforgettableizes them.
Time to give ba-bas to the babies.
Annie & Rosie Hanging with Gramma in the Yard
“Practice” Grazing on the Mulch Pile
My little doll babies have doubled in weight in 2 weeks. Very happy, well adjusted, and sociable – with us and with the flock. Their big brother Curly Lumpkin lurves them and comes into the barn at night to hang around and eat hay and gaze upon them while they get their ba-bas.
Young BJ (Blackie Jr.) son of Blackie-Blackie and Black Betty
BJ and his brother BJ2 are about 4 months old and spittin images of their pop when he was a lad. One major difference…their legs are yellow, Blackie-Blackie and Black Betty both have greenish black legs. Can’t wait to see them matured.
Lucky, a Young “Florida Bred” Roo
Lucky is the only roo we kept of the Breds hatched last summer. The rest went to freezer camp. Look at him, and you can see why. Even the roos of this cross have broad breasts. Lovely. Lovely chickens. Great layers, big & gentle, and look at this guy. Really pretty animals!
bottle babies Annie (bot) and Rosie (top)
Okay. That’s it. Sally has made it clear that she wanted to put her other twin in foster care. So, we now have twin ewe lambs Annie and Rosie sharing a big ol dog crate in the living room. We spend as much time as we can outside, but the rain came and now we’re enjoying confinement.
Here you see Tom, pulled away from his carving, to hold the new grandlamb while feeding Annie. He has the animal magnetism in the family.
Sally is okay. I’ve massaged her nether parts with bag balm, but, she’ll have none of the feeding stuff. Frankly, I wouldn’t want a tiny lamb suckling on me, either…their baby teeth are like razor blades. We’ll try to milk her later on…I’m sure that won’t go over terribly well either. Yesterday, we introduced the bottle to Rosie, with Sally’s approval. She seemed quite happy that we were taking the pressure off her. We fed Rosie with the ba-ba this morning again, after Sally took off and left her – for an hour. Then, Rosie found Sally, and she followed her around for a little while, lay down beside her, and fell asleep. Sally then got up, went into the barn, and I swear, she was hiding. Rosie cried and cried and called and cried. She wandered all over the barnyard, but didn’t go into the barn. Sally didn’t respond with a single baa. Still, we encouraged them to be together. She tolerated the lamb for five minutes, that was it. And she “runn oft,” leaving Rosie with Holly & Mary, who don’t want any part of her. When the rain came, and that teeny little girl was standing in the middle of nowhere all by herself crying, we intervened.
Little ol’ Rosie
The Pose o’ Rose
Big Brother Bing
Rosie is little, but I swear she’s one heavy lambkin! I don’t want to flip Sally (her momma) out, so I’m leaving her alone. But, I’m itching to weigh her. She’s shorter than Annie, but solid as a rock. Those poor little ears. She’s the first sheep born here to have droopy ears. Maybe they’ll perk up. I hope so. She looks so, so…concerned.
Bing. The elusive Mister Bing. He, with his twin brother Curly Lumpkin, will be a year old next Friday. He is the biggest member of the flock, with about 40 pounds on his poppa Sammy and his brother Curly. We were very worried about his horns. They grow pretty fast. Last June, they were just starting the upward curve at his jaw. Then we had several months of daily measuring, wondering if we were going to have to cut his horns back. We were afraid he would lose his right eye. They came THAT close to his face. I could just get my little finger between the horn and the cheek, and it seemed like it would never turn out. But it did. Then, he cracked his poppa on the side of the head, hitting him in the horn and eye, and fracturing his skull. Sammy is still trying valiantly to recover. Now, Bing is out of the woods, and even he seems relieved now that his horns have grown past his eyes. He’s much less cranky. No, really!
Annie Hogan 8 hrs old
After a Feed – Day 1
Sally with little Rosie
Smitty Running with Annie – 1st Outing
Ready for Vogue
Annie & Pa
Mary Hogan – 5 months old Today!
Well, on the 10th of February, around 2 in the morning, Annie Hogan was born. She was the first of twin Gulf Coast Native ewe lambs born to Sally. Rosie came next, smaller, more fragile. Sally decided to keep Rosie. She left Annie under the barn, and when Maa retrieved her, Sally let us know that she was a one-baby Mama.
So, we brought Annie in the house, fed her colostrum, popped her on a towel on the lap o’ Pa, and went to sleep. For a very short while. It’s been awhile since Sally rejected a lamb…Curly Lumpkin was the first…so we were a little out of practice. Yesterday was divided between setting up a nice safe pen for Annie – in the living room, and picking up those necessities such as diapers and sheep milk replacer.
The weather has been unseasonably hot. But, last night, it rained like heck, and today it’s breezy and cold nights are projected for the next few. So, I knit a lamb sized sweater. After all, these babies don’t have terribly thick fleece. We did convince Sally to go into the hay barn with Rosie, where she spent last night, and most of today. She brought Rosie out for a constitutional mid-day, and then retired to the sweet warmth of the barn. Annie got to wear the sweater for an outing. She’s a wonderful eater. And her energy is high. Pa & I dressed her up, and with Smitty leading the way, we “went for walk!”
Annie popcorned the entire way. Around and around the yard. Meeting chickens – yes, the hennys all came over to inspect her – and roosters and trees and leaves…so many interesting things to sniff! She posed for pictures, paid an uneventful visit to Sally and Rosie, and ran into Cousin Mary and Aunt Holly (who reminded us gently that she already has a child and doesn’t need another). Curly and Bing ran up from the big pasture and met us at the fence. Curly and Annie did a lot of kissy face stuff, but Bing, although courteous, really had better things to do than socialize with his 2-day old sister.
A nice outing, all in all. When we came inside, Annie polished off the remains of her afternoon ba-ba, allowed me to shrug off her sweater and put on a fresh ditey, and then she marched into her crate and plopped down for a nice nap.
Fashion detail: Annie’s sweater was knit from yarn spun from her momma Sally’s and Aunt Holly’s fleeces.