TDF ~ Day 6

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Quinn

A rose tweed Gulf Coast Native 2-ply named after my granny.

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Day 6 TDF

Day 6: The day I learned that my cats really are the bosses around here. Daisy, literally, hangs on the wheel when it isn’t spinning. Maggie lays on my foot on the treadle when I am or am not spinning. Millie has a thing for the lazy kate. Daisy is going crosseyed (ok, she IS part Siamese) watching the wheel turn – for hours on end – head nodding as she is fixed on one spot. Ahhh, boy oh boy.

The good news, is that I am out of acid dyed fiber. Now…I have only locks I’ve dyed with flowers. And I like that SO MUCH MORE! I appreciate all you lovely spinners who are fascinated with color…and I leave all of those dyes to you. I’ve done so much dyeing in the past that my skin is very sensitive to dyes. Carding and spinning take me up close and personal…to the point of swollen fingers which I do not need. So, it’s off to the coreopsis, marigold, fennel, and avocado bins! See ya later, bye! *wave wave*

Sheepess – es

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Annie Giving me the Eye

She caught me. She caught me out on the deck taking pictures of some socks I’d just finished knitting. And I used some CVM/Romney fleece for the yarn. She seems to be saying, “How dare you?”

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The Offending Socks

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“Not Again, Maaa”

Later on, as I was taking pictures of her pregnant cousin Mary, Annie inserted herself into the frame. She looked so hurt that I was showing attention to everyone and everything but…Annie. My little darlin’ girl. Most human of my sheeps. Annie.

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“Look at ME, Maaa!”

If you don’t believe me, look at this. After taking that last picture, I turned to get another shot of Mary. Annie came between us, and got right in my face. “Maaa. I’M your girl.”

Yes, Annie, you most definitely are my girl. Mmmwhhaaa!

Maryternity Ward

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Mary-Ma-to-Be

This picture doesn’t show the girth of my big girl. Her body is changin’ and so is her personality. Where once Mary was bossy and skittish, now she is bossy and affectionate. She is asking for rubs – her face and neck and back. She has been allowing me to feel her belly – and get kicked by the occupant. All very cool.

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Big Mary

Wasn’t all that long ago Mary weighed 8 pounds. She’s a year and a half, and off to the races. Very healthy. Very active. Very loud. We can’t wait.

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Beneath the Tail

I’m sure she would cringe if she knew that thousands of people on Facebook have already seen her underments. But, maybe not. So far, she’s accepting her newly developed bounteousness with as much grace as any great big ol’ sheepess might.

This was an unplanned pregnancy, by the way. She and her Ma got through the fence and paid a visit to the rams. And dang, we thought we got everyone separated pretty fast. Oh well. We shall see what we shall see.

 

10 Days Early

Freshly Borned

Holly & Babes

After Breakfast

Alrighty then. All the worrying over Holly’s pregnancy is over & done. She is the proud, and very happy mama, of twins…a boy and a girl. Best mama ever. She loves to be a mama. You should hear her talk to her lambs. Oh, sweetness.  So, there you have it. Pretty darn good, huh?

And for the record…here’s a pic of their cousins, Annie & Rosie on the pasture this morning. They were born Feb 10, and look at those little horns!

Annie & Rosie

Oh, and for the record, everyone was SO happy about this morning’s birth…look at this henny swinging in a basket!

WOOT WOOT!

Yep, that’s what she was saying.

Button Button who’s got the Button?

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…

Glorious!

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.

Alrighty?

Time to give ba-bas to the babies.

 

And then…there were two

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.