Rosie & Bing

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!


The Stork has Arrivayed

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.

Day 6 of Tour de Fleece

Three-quarters of an Ounce of “Gracie”

This was wee hours spinning. I was up and gone for an installation today…but…in the middle o the night…ah insomnia…I carded a pile of little batts, pulled a bunch of roving, and spun 3/4 of an ounce. I’ve been gone all day, but here I am, back at the ranch, and I have three bags full of Gracie…so I am going after her tonight, in a big way. I’d like to get this second 8 or 9 ounces plied…I’ll feel like I’m home free!

As I post to the Tour board on Ravelry every day, I check out my teammates…Team Hopelessly Overcommitted…you are rockin the wheels (and spindles) Babies!

Day 1 of le Tour

Gracie: Scoured Fleece, Roving, and First Singles

After sanding a kitchen’s worth of Southern maple raised panel doors, I got around to carding, pulling roving, and yes, spinning. This photo, aside from being lousy with reflected absorbed and otherwise screwball light, shows some of the fleece that I scoured yesterday, shows what’s left of the roving I pulled after carding my head off, and shows the first bobbin and a bit of singles yarn.

Know that each ball of roving is a quarter of an ounce, and that a full bobbin holds about four and a half ounces, and you can figure out how many balls of roving I pulled today before being able to spin. Yes. I pulled 30 balls of roving. Somewhere over 8 ounces of fleece. Carded with handcards. Mmm. Yes. My shoulders are a¬†little bit sore. There are 9 balls of roving left…and I will get around to them, very soon. The spinning goes like lightning though, compared to the carding. So, in reality, I have to start carding again. Right now. In order to have a good amount to spin tomorrow.

The goal is to have enough 2-ply to finish Tom’s sweater. I’m thinking 22 – 24 ounces. Five four and a half ounce skeins. That oughta do it. Yes. I have a long way to go.

Here’s a close up of today’s yarn.

The behinder I get…

roselle 1b

Roselle – aka Florida Cranberry

This picture was taken exactly one month ago. I can’t seem to get myself in synch. Here you can see the hibiscus-like flowers and little buds rising from the stem. Wait’ll you see how the plant looks now!

This plant is, officially, my favorite plant. Here are things you can do with this plant: 1) eat the leaves – in France, this plant is called sorrel; in fact, the leaves taste just like sorrel, 2) make tea with the calyces – just like rose hip tea, 3) make jelly with the calyces – yum yum, 4) make a jellied “sauce” like cranberry sauce with the calyces, 5) make dye with the spent flowers, 6) make fiber – yes roselle is a bast plant! Quite a lot of bang for the ol’ buck, yes?

sesame sept

Kurogoma – Black Sesame

Back in August, TT gave me some seeds at the downtown farmers market. They were black sesame seeds. Of course, we couldn’t wait. Planted 6 of them. The all germinated. A month ago, this is how Miss Sesame looked. Great little flowers! Now…well. The seedpods are – well…I have to take more pictures tomorrow.

I suppose I should be taking pictures of the wonderful sandspurs that Sally and Holly have discovered. My fingers are bruised and sore from picking the damn things out of their fleece. No. I’m not dignifying the sandspur with a photo.

I have some exciting actual fiber things to show, too. All weekend, I prepped fleece. Washed, mordanted, dyed…mmm. And now…I’m in the carding and roving pulling process. Next time…