Indie Craft Parade. Betsy is one of the Sofa Sisters, the hugely overweight Border Leicester X Cotswold ewes we acquired last fall. They have lost weight now and both had beautiful curly fleeces that I've been washing up by the handfuls. I really need to get through a whole fleece soon but I get distracted playing with all those lovely curls. Daphne, our little Manx cat, was apparently also intrigued by the beautiful fiber. And, although she always has a peculiar scowl on her face, Daphne is one of the sweetest and most affectionate outside cats we have.
Friday, August 26, 2011
Indie Craft Parade. Last year I did fabulously - enough so to pay for much of the winter's hay. This year the even has been expanded by another day so I'm really stockpiling product. Between keeping up with my regular Saturday Market, all of the farm chores and some school artist obligations it has been a hopping few weeks. I think I'll be due a nice cup of tea and a rest in a few weeks.
Thursday, August 25, 2011
I ran outside this morning to take a picture of a chicken's ear. That, however, is another story. As I entered the barnyard, this doe caught my eye. The "shelter" she is in is actually a piece of bent hog panel that we sometimes put in a corner to corral a pile of hay for the sheep to snack on. Some how the panel was flipped over. The part that tickled me was that mother was inside while her little one was on the outside. Perhaps mama just felt she was taking a little break from the kid.
Wednesday, August 24, 2011
Monday, August 15, 2011
Tuesday, August 2, 2011
Monday, August 1, 2011
On Wednesday we were driving over to Jeff & Kim's to pick up more cull squash and tomatoes. We passed a fellow baling in a field so turned around to find out what he had planned for those bales. We do have other hay sources but with the terribly dry weather we are apprehensive about how the rest of the summer will go and feel a need to start putting in hay for the winter now. To make a long story short, the fellow was willing to sell us hay. We arranged to get 400 bales over the weekend. Al and I worked alone on Friday and Saturday, gather 100 bales each day. On Sunday the farmer found us a hard-working young man who helped out so that we were able to get 200 bales in the afternoon. We now have 300 bales packed into the old barn and another 100 tarped up and remaining on the trailer. With our temperatures in the high 90's we just didn't have the gumption to unload the last load of hay.