Winter Thicket

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It's cold, but pretty here today, I went hunting in the thicket behind the barn(need some wild grape vine for a craft project). Had a little company. I can tell from the lack of hoof prints, the sheep haven't explored much beyond their feeders in recent days. My walk with the camera and pruning shears sparked some interest and they investigated the thicket with me.  

Here's some shots for your sheep (and goat and llama) viewing pleasure.

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Categories: animals/wildlife, fiber farm, and sheep.

Fleece du Jour

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Just a quick post today to share something special. Thought you might enjoy a look at these fleeces before I ship them out for processing. None of them came from my sheep. These were my  purchases from the fleece show at the Eastern States Expo in back in September (why I buy fleece, with 85 + sheep shorn here each year is a subject for another day). 

I scored a lovely colored Border Leicester from Kristen Whittle of Little Brook Farm and two dark brown Romney fleeces from Mary Pratt of Elihu farm in NY (no website that I could find). Kristen's silver Leicester fleece (posing with the walnut Golding spindle Mike gave me for my birthday last week) took a reserve ribbon for the Natural Color Border Leicester division. Mary's dark Romney fleece,  below, took first place in the National Natural Colored Fleece Show.

To the best of knowledge, Mary also coats her sheep. There was almost no vm to be found and the tips were in nearly perfect condition. Nicely defined crimp. Kristen's fleece was a pretty silver-oatmeal color. My very first Border Leicester ram, Isaac, came from Kristen's flock. He was a real sweetie and buying this fleece reminded me of him.

It's such a pleasure to handle clean wool from well managed flocks. I suppose that, and the stunning colors, caused me to buckle. I tell myself I can always use another fleece or two for my spinning classes. 

Off to the post office with these beauties.

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Categories: animals/wildlife, fiber farm, and sheep.

Still

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The air has been blessedly still since 5:30 a.m. I am so enjoying the break from the thundering roar of wind, the soundtrack of the past week. Until just now, I hadn't realized how much this restless, incessant sound has been wearing on my nerves. Unrelenting gusts thrashing against doors; ice and snow peppering windows.  

I've recently discovered Felicity Ford's blog, The Domestic Soundscape,  which has me thinking about the sounds that accompany life. I associate certain sounds with certain times of day at the farm: the morning is full of hungry, insistent baahs, (which are different from the friendly baahs I get at other moments throughout the day); the lumbering growl of the school bus as it makes the rounds; the distant hum of my neighbor's tractor depositing hayledge in the field for the Galloways near dusk. I woke this morning to the sound of almost nothing. Bliss.

I love quiet time before chores to get my thoughts in order. This morning I am tweaking my syllabus for the handspinning classes I am teaching at WEBS later this month and also working on a new class, Winter Wool Sampler to be offered at Metaphor Yarns in February. Every so often I revisit my class outlines. When I've reached the point where I feel I could teach a class in my sleep, it's time to revisit the lesson plan and rethink the content and approach. I've done this throughout my teaching career, mostly to keep myself challenged and to keep things from feeling stale. 

Snuck outside a little while ago to catch this image of the southeast sky, hoping the wind stays still for morning chores.

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Wind & Snow

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For hours I've been watching this poor guy. He's trying remain upright in a strong wind in order to glean the millet and sunflower seeds that have blown onto the ground from the feeder which has been blowing sideways all morning. Hellacious wind all night and right through morning has caused some crazy drifitng. This bird, the only one I can see from my window today, must be very hungry indeed to spend many calories fighting for a meal. I'm reading Elizabeth Marshall Thomas' book, The Hidden Life of Deer which is making me think about wildlife's struggle for survival in a harsh winter.

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The sheep couldn't have had a very pleasant night, but they are far more fortunate than my lone feathered friend. This morning's "room service": a breakfast of sweet hay and corn served to them, along with buckets of warm drinking water. They are faring pretty well. The snow had drifted into the open barn during the night, frosting some of them with a powdery blanket (you can see it on their jackets).

I checked Amy's ears for frostbite. So far, so good. Last year she had frost-bitten ear tips and I'm always concerned that a mean wind will aggravate her poor ears. She's such a sweet soul, lets me cup her ears with my hands to check the temperature. I could walk her across the street to the birthing barn, which is far more protected. But I know she won't want to leave her group. Maybe if Cocoa, her mom, comes along. That's what we'll do.

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 It seems like everyone (well, except for that poor bird) is conserving energy today. Caitlyn took the passive approach to breakfast. And I'm taking the passive approach to snow removal, letting the wind have its way for the moment. In some spots the ground is bare; in others the snow is shin deep.  I'll go out with the plow tomorrow morning, once the storm has passed, and clean up the drifts. 

Today's project – tackle the Christmas tree. But first, off to the village for latte & Sunday Times!

 

Categories: animals/wildlife and Books.

In With the New

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After a little New Year's Eve revelry, this morning was definitely low energy for me, though the sheep were their normal bouncy selves. The young ewes skipped like lambs the entire length of the barn to say hello. Guess they hadn't stayed up late partying last night. Headed to the village for a double latte (thank goodness Mocha Maya's was open) after morning chores.

I went hunting for color outdoors today. For several hours the sky brightened, the sun warmed and the snow thawed, though by afternoon we were back to flat, gray light and more snow flurries this evening. Color sightings included a handful of jays at the feeder (actually Mike spotted them); a pair of cardinals, male and female, lurking near the garden; purple, red and blue water buckets filled with ice in the barn; and this oriental bittersweet vine clinging to the lower limbs of a soft maple and the surrounding lilac shrubs. 

This brushy outcropping sits inside the stone foundation of the original barn which burned in 1969 (it was attached, I believe, to the original farm house, also lost in the fire). The current barn is sited just downhill of the earlier building. All that remains of the original farm complex are the stone wall foundations, the well house and the mason footings of the old silos. I wish I had photos of the farm before the fire.

This week my friends and I have been comparing views on new year's resolutions. A few years ago I decided that rather than create a long, overly-ambitious (and mostly unrealistic) laundry list of goals, I'd start each year with just one personal challenge in mind and to hold that thought at the start of each day. It's kind of like a new year's helpful hint for self improvement, rather than a list of resolutions (which sounds so formal and authoritarian).

The catalyst for my 2010 new year's thought comes from a book Holly shared with me a few weeks ago – a nicely illustrated children's book called Eleanor, Quiet No More by Doreen Rappaport, about the life of Eleanor Roosevelt. Holly and I especially loved one quote from the book, "Every day do something that scares you." 

It made me think about how easy it is to become complacent and to do things by rote which really doesn't teach you very much or challenge you to grow in any way. And so I will try to mindful of this quote throughout this new year and nudge myself to test myself in both big and small ways. Mind you, that doesn't mean I'll be out galavanting near the bulls in my neighbor's pasture or dilly-dallying with my back to the rams in the barn. My goal is to be brave. Not idiotic : )

Nursing a cup of chamomile, and now for some quiet knitting time. Hope you had a good first day of 2010. You can share your new year's goal(s) here, if you like.

 

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Year in Review

I'm admiring the view from the dining room window as I type, taking in the flat gray light before the snow begins. In the foreground, the tubular feeder full of sunflower seed and millet is suspended from one branch of the magnolia tree.  The heavy skies obscure my distant view of the Holyoke range. It smells and tastes like snow.

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This morning little ewes, Java, Violet and Pumpkin (left to right) poked their faces impatiently through the gate while I fiddled with my camera, capturing some final images of the year. Fed the boys outdoors on snow. Calvin, below, cleaned up,  and is calling to his pal Cinder.

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Thought I'd take a moment to share some reflections as '09 draws to a close:

Happenings:

An exciting spring brought  27 new lambs to the farm – all named for colors to celebrate the launch of my very first book, Teach Yourself Visually Hand-Dyeing. Looking back, I'm not sure where I found the time and energy to work on the book in the midst of everything else that happens here on a daily basis. For sure having good support and back up made this possible. My love of teaching and sharing provided the catalyst. Thank you for the feed back on my first print venture.

2009 saw the launch of Sheep Shares, my club for farm yarn and fiber fans. I've loved getting to know so many members personally over the course of the year. Your sharing of stories and pictures of f.o.'s created from the wool of my flock was gratifying. Thank you all for  truly "getting it" and helping to sustain my working farm. It's been a joy (and I'm really looking forward to next year!).

Summer brought the arrival of our very first brown sheep: four moorit lambs from Alice Field at Foxhill Farm! Two lovely ewes, Bailey and Cognac joined our Cormo ewe lambs. A gorgeous ram and wether, Chai and Latte, joined our wooly boys. I can't wait to get my hands on their  exotic brown locks come shearing day next spring. And to see if we can mint our own moorit flock over the next few years.

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Contributions:

This year I shared my passion for fiber farming with the readers of the on-line magazine Twist Collective in a five-part series of stories: Yarn Farm: Four Seasons from Sheep to Skein, (while diving into my next literary project, Adventures in Yarn Farming for Shambhala Publishing). It was my pleasure to work closely with Julia Farwell Clay and the editorial talent behind Twist Collective as this exciting resource gets away. I'm continually blown away by the design work in each issue and look forward to seeing what the coming year holds.

Keeping the Fleece and keeping it real – In celebration of the United Nations Year of International Fibers we contributed skeins to help knit the world's largest scarf. Kudos to Linda Cortright of Wild Fibers magazine, the driving force behind this world-wide  collaboration to raise thousands of dollars for Heifer International – while raising awareness of the importance of sustaining the natural fiber industry. The hundreds of feet of knitted scarf on display at the New York Sheep & Wool Festival in October was a powerful testament to the generosity  of the fiber community in helping others.

Wooly Inspiration – This fall was time to celebrate another exciting arrival –  Clara Parkes' new  book, The Knitter's Book of Wool . I am honored to have contributed skeins of my very own Cormo Silk Alpaca yarn for the design of the Nara Scarf by Sheila January  - and grateful for Clara's work to raise awareness of wool diversity and recognition of the work behind it's production. Her book is destined to become the go-to reference for everything you ever wanted to know about working with wool. 

 Closer to home, I worked closely this year with a team of enthusiastic, dedicated fiber artisans to orchestrate the fifth annual Franklin County Fiber Twist, a educational forum and marketplace featuring the diversity of fiber arts and production right here in Franklin county Massachusetts and in the surrounding region. The spirit of this event makes it unique and special and  as one of the founding coordinators, it's been gratifying to see attendance grow each year. Although I am taking a hiatus from the planning committee in order to complete my book in the coming year, I look forward to supporting this event in the future and seeing what the planners have in store for 2010.

Looking Forward:

With much winter still to come, I'm already looking
ahead to next year's lambing season which should kick in about mid-March. I can't help but think about it every time I feed the ewes and note their expanding girth. Once again, will keep you all posted with bulletins from the birthing barn, lamb-cam footage and pics of our adorable new arrivals.

As the crocus bloom, watch for my story about lambing time in Living Crafts magazine. Editor, Pardis Amirshahi asked me to share my perspective on the joys of spring and lambing season.

Still time to join us for Sheep Shares 2010, This year we're adding some new yarns and fibers to the mix as well as an exclusive members-only sock pattern. There's no better way to get your wool fix season by season.

Will keep you posted on classes, shows and special events – if you sign up for my e-news letter you'll hear it first. 

And you know you're always welcome to take a break from your world and visit with us here at the farm, any time, any day. I've enjoyed sharing my world with you this year. Thanks for reading, commenting and sharing in the life of my flock this year.

The snow has started falling (actually it's really coming down!). Just spotted a male cardinal at the suet feeder, so glad I thought to fill it before the storm.

Wishing you all the best for 2010.

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Post-Christmas Scenes

This morning I thought the weather was perfect for kicking back and doing nothing, which feels really good after the bustling around getting ready for Christmas. It has actually turned into doing a little bit of everything here.

A lone llama and goat greeted me at the gate. Hungry sheep awaited in the barns. Water buckets were not frozen but dirty, all in need of dumping, scrubbing and re-fills.

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  Caitlyn commandeered the new eight foot feeder that my friends Chris and Caleb had built and installed just before the holidays. Additional feeder space makes such a difference at this time of year when everyone's in full fleece. A manger that comfortably accommodates seven sheep in early fall is a tight squeeze for six sheep in full winter-woolen regalia. Not so great for the fleeces (if the sheep are constantly brushing together, all that friction, heat and moisture creates self-felting sheep!).

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Add a couple of bossy goats to a barn and the sheep often get shoved aside. They're easily intimidated by Butch who can be pretty territorial and nasty with his horns. Today Gypsy was in tolerant mood, sharing her feeder with a few ewes.

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  Today's dreary drizzle gave me a great excuse for avoiding outdoor projects on my to-do list. Installing a new bird feeder on the deck and cleaning out the carriage barn will have to wait. Instead I spent the morning tucking away the holiday flotsam and jetsam: rolls of gift wrap, tape, bows and ribbon. I've finally managed to finish unpacking from my recent sojourns to sunnier climes, putting away my flip-flops, t-shirts and shorts until summer (sniff, sniff).

Our Christmas holiday was restful and relaxing. We spent a leisurely morning sharing gifts with each other and with our two goldens, Daphne and Mishka. Here's a look at their swag.

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  Daphne was quick to claim her two favorites and then duck around the sofa before Mishka could swipe them (hard to see, but she's holding three toys in her mouth).

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 Not that Mishka minded. With the ridiculous number of new toys, there really wasn't any competition.

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Santa was generous and brought me, among other things, some new reading material, (fantastic, since I can't stand to be without a pile of books in my queue):

 American Buffalo: In Search of a Lost Icon by Steven Rinella

The Hidden Life of Deer by Elizabeth Marshall Thomas (author of The Hidden Life of Dogs).

The Daily Coyote by Shreve Stockton

AND the spiffy telephoto lens I've been wanting for my camera (woo-hoo!).

After sharing time with the sheep and puppies, we headed off to a wonderful dinner with nearby friends. Hope your holidays were festive and joyous.

 

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Sheepless at the Solstice

Holly sent me this shot of the ewes at dusk on the winter solstice. The girls were having their own quiet celebration as light returns.

My solstice celebration was unique this year. I've been on hiatus, visiting my brother in southern California for a few days – an early holiday celebration. Every year, he comes east or I go west about this time. Given the scary weather on the east coast last week, I was glad for a change of venue (though sorry that Holly and Mike had more snow to contend with!). It was the first time I've been away from my flock at the solstice and seeing this photo made me homesick for them.

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Yesterday my brother and I decided to watch the solstice sunset from Black's Beach in La Jolla. To reach the sand, we had a sketchy descent of about 200' down a series of "steps" carved into the face of  a sharp bluff. The surf was pretty high, 12' waves, but  they were crashing quickly and it didn't look like the surfers were having much fun. Looked more like abuse to me.

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The sky was surreal, so different from the winter sky in New England at this time of year. Instead of watching sheep, we watched surf and surfers as the sun dropped into the Pacific. 

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And then made the hike back up from the beach through the ravine in the amazing afterglow. 

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I'm in the air most of today, heading home. Looking forward to seeing Mike, Holly and the sheep this evening. Wishing you peace at the solstice and coming holidays. 

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(photos courtesy of Holly Sonntag and Jim Noonan)

 

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