Monday, November 24, 2014

Cheers and jeers

We are back from a quick trip to see my dad. Not only is he doing better, I finished knitting one Christmas present and started on another; "Yay!" for road trips! And "Yay!" for getting to pick up our excited dogs on our way home tonight; Rick's office manager was kind enough to dogsit them for us while we were gone, but I always miss them – and the rest of our critters. And a big "Whoop!" for learning upon our return that Brian has been awarded a generous partial scholarship by the salle; thanks to them he will be able to continue taking fencing lessons!

As for jeers, I just do not get why people destroy the very community infrastructure they need and depend on – businesses, public safety equipment, etc – when they get angry. What, pray tell, does destroying your own community do for you??? Tonight in Portland, someone went stall to stall, releasing five of the Portland Police Bureau's Mounted Patrol horses, possibly in response to the grand jury's decision regarding the Ferguson, MO case. Fortunately, the horses were recovered without sustaining – or causing – any major injuries, but it could have turned out much differently. Like so many others have quipped, the more I see of human nature, the more I like my dogs.

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Thursday, November 20, 2014

As promised



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Wednesday, November 19, 2014

Light on the horizon...

. . . in more ways than one.

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Tuesday, November 18, 2014

Pulling in my horns

Yesterday morning I captured four adult wethers and one ram lamb in lovely light. The mood? Not quite so bright. Earlier, Barbados was chasing Bart around, which was rather comical considering that Bart is the biggest and Barbados is the smallest in this group. But by the end of chores, when I took this photo, the it-boys seemed to be ganging up on the little he-man.

The big he-man is still with his ladies, a decision I'm regretting as our financial situation has been made clearer to me. I expect the resulting lambs to be nice – outstanding, even, but I haven't had much success in marketing fine-fleeced, poll-carrying Shetland sheep. Oh, my fleeces sell very well, but I don't have room or hay budget to keep an ever-growing fiber flock. The predominant preference for breeding stock out here in the Northwest is bigger, horned Shetlands with longer, straighter, coarser fleeces; there are plenty of fine-fleeced, poll-carrying Shetlands available in the Midwest from which interested breeders there can choose. So unless I can sell some sheep, and not just fleeces, I will not be breeding again for the foreseeable future. Here's hoping I don't have to resort to more drastic measures.

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