|Posted on April 22, 2010 at 3:07 AM||comments (0)|
Note to possible WEBS users.... if the blog won't upload your photos check to see if its time to upgrade your website (i.e. PAY) again. Apparently that is not something that they intend to mention to you -- you just start running into a brick wall where features are concerned. After spending a good 5 minutes having a tantrum I went back and reviewed my records to find that I really had paid for it the last time over a year ago... my how time flys.
This past weekend was our annual shearing event. Its the time when the sheep get to get naked, both from their coats and their fleece. Here's Igor getting the first layer removed.
This is the rest of the crowd waiting their turn. Breathless anticipation? No, probably not.
Some form of anticipation is in there somewhere.
Neida and her fleece being parted.
This is our great shearer Martin. A fine, gentle man. And a darn good shearer besides. Here Keva, our token goat is having her tummy shaved. Aren't you glad that your job doesn't include lots of time bent over bracing heavy, combative subjects while juggling well sharpened blades? I value his experience and willingness to travel to our farm!
After a nice shear the sheep are recoated and turned free.
Notice the look on Francis' face (the camelid in this photo), he no longer recognizes anyone without their fleece. Its like having a whole new set of friends - or your first day at a new school all over again. Also make a mental note of that chain link panel that is right in front of Midge (the dark sheep looking at the camera)... I'll let you know why in a few moments.
After the sheep we moved onto the folks slated for haircuts in the camelid crowd. Not everyone needed a new 'do this year... Only our young llama man Kyrie and the three alpaca boys (is that the name of a weird lounge lizard band?). Val will give a quick demonstration of the different process for alpacas.... first, they are done on a tilt table.
In this photo he's getting all hooked up to the restraints. He looks simply gleeful I think.
He's now getting "strung out" and totally nude (halter coming off).
The sheet (from a different design era) is there to catch the sheared fiber off his prime section. The fiber from his legs, neck and belly went into other bags so that the prime fiber stayed free of the "less fine". No co-mingling!
So the rule with the table is that you start with the lighter colored animals and move towards the darker ones... so that any residule fibers left on the table won't contaminate the new harvest (though isn't that a bit bigotted? I mean don't the lighter fibers sometimes get into the darker fiber? Food for thought).
Which left the last guy in the pen as Kyrie our black llama. He is a young man and had never been sheared before. He'd also not been worked with much before. Heaven only knows what he thought we were going to do to him. Perhaps a few of the geldings had mentioned a particular operation they'd had in the past.... but he was a bit fit to be tied when we went to fetch him from the holding pen. Hysterical might be a better description. Chuck and I went in and cornered him. Chuck had his arms around his neck and I was in the process of putting the halter on his moving target of a head when Kyrie decided that the best solution to the whole situation was to just leave. He reared up and pushed against me and the chainlink panel (remember that earlier mention!) and suprisingly enough... when enough weight is put against an object it eventually gives way. Down went the panel with me in quick accompaniment and Chuck right behind me with Kyrie right behind him. We all went smash to the ground and squash to the Sue. And Chuck, well he refused to let go of that llama until he had jumped to his feet and drug him an additional 20+ feet. In retrospect given our fitness level and age it is amazing we didn't need to phone for the rescue vehicle right then and there. But we went on to catch him a second time.
He roared (only way to truely describe it) with rage through the whole operation,and no we just sheared, no other operation though it was very, VERY tempting. And after he was nude we discovered that he's not really a black, because he has some lovely rust shading at his points.
The words coming out of this young man's mouth are not fit to print! Especially laced with dripping spit... just waiting to have anyone get close enough to unleash his full opinion of the situation. We all survived. Just barely. And have a few aliens in the corral to prove it.
Kyrie, Val and Hilly across the front - with Ellie trying not to laugh too hard on the side.
Done for another year.
Some of us still have some residual effects... after three days off work, I'm contemplating a visit to the Doctor to see if there is anything magic to help all my bruising. My dreams of being a professional wrestler meets reality! (well, not really MY dream)
|Posted on April 12, 2010 at 10:06 AM||comments (0)|
I'll try for a quick ([email protected]?) post... photos and captions only. That is if the brain and the fingers and Webs all connect up. If you're a person totally tired of our barn cats, go get yourself another cup of coffee and another blog right now...
I do believe that I've missed having kittens the last decade+, because the ones we have now (who are no longer really kittens) just entertain me something feirce. They come and go as I do my work. Konan will still reach up and climb my leg if he feels that I'm not giving him proper attention. They, on occasion, scare the living daylights out of me as I'm getting hay in the dark out of our unlit hay sheds. You can hear their snickers as they scamper up to the top of the hay stack or back out into the dark. But what I enjoy the most is their interaction with the other animals. They seem to understand that the rabbits and the chickens are not to be harmed, they live here just like they do. But rodents beware, they are a focused varmit fighting duo. Some mice came in on our last load of hay, and I would guess all have been found and exterminated.
The cats invent games. Konan in particular likes to entice the dogs into a little game of chase. That would be chase the DOGS, not chase the cat.
Theres a dog around her right? (Once again ignore our PINK barn door)
Mercy big doggy, mercy! The part of the killer dog is being played (unsuccessfully) by Blue.
Look Mom, I can fit his whole head in my mouth! Note the concern of the cat.... And what ensued was a great game of chase.... cat after dog. Cat after dog again and again. Dog gave up before cat did.
Ah Hah! New Dog... same ploy. Unwitting dog being played by Katy this time. This game eventually morphed into this...
Konan sure looks like he's saying... just give me a push, just around the yard.... come on, please! If you leave your car door open this cat climbs in to see what there is to see.
And not to be totally outdone by his brother, we end up with Konrad action too.
What he lacks in inventiveness he makes up for in bravery. Justus isn't really the dog I'd be cuddling up to if I was a cat. But he's taken by surprise enough to give a few kisses back before he decides perhaps the cat is good POUNCE material.
My purr bodies... I love 'em.
And one last shot.... How do you move a litter of rabbits from one side of the barn yard to the other? Without doing the quick multiple rabbit juggle and dash? Well, Bunny Bekins to the rescue. A whole litter, sexed prior to transport.... Handy!
And a last handy tidbit to go away with for your day... this cute little wagon is very helpful. It even has a DUMP feature. Padded handle. Tall undercarriage and 4X4 like wheels. Lowes Hardward.
|Posted on April 6, 2010 at 2:58 AM||comments (0)|
I know that I have totally flunked being a blogger. The writing has been on the wall since at least 5th grade. I was one of those people that WANTED to Journal. I would buy a new "empty book" or spiral bound notebook or diary every fall and come New Years Eve I would open it with great reverence and write my first entry. It normally included my New Year's Resolutions, one of which was most often.... Keep up on my Journal. And like most of the rest of my New Year's Resolutions it would go down in flames within the first week or two of the New Year. But hope would spring eternal and I would try again the following year. Now, why I always had to start on New Years Eve? Why not the 4th of July, or any good Monday in May? I'm just sorta like that. I think I have at least three of those empty books on a bookshelf in this very home. I mean why toss it out when it only has five pages filled? But here, here I've actually been successful at keeping on some sort of schedule. So rather than flunked.... I think I'll change my view and say that I get an C+ for marked improvement! And to think, this is a Monday night, not even the 1st of the month... it has no other significance other than sharing a little of whats happening here with you.
So a few things have happened since I last wrote. One was the Spin In held two weeks (give or take 48 hours or so) ago. I shared a booth with a few other women. And so one of my excuses for not being here, writing to you, was that I was somewhere else trying to get some stock pulled together and have some inventory to sell. I did pretty well, and did clear out alot, if not all of the excess fleece I had in the wool shed. Since we shear in less than two weeks it was necessary. I also have carded batts piled up in various places in the house waiting to be finished.... ones that just never quite made it to the end product before the event. But perhaps, hmm.... I could try doing a few things ahead of time so that the next time I do some vending I'm not doing it on 2 hours sleep. I might even enjoy the event a bit more.
Another big event, though a sad one, was having to let go of our big scruffy dog Otis. In the end we had to help him leave.... which is always so very hard. He had a wonderful life. Full of things and people he enjoyed and loved. He lived over 13 years, which is a long time for a dog so large. And if he couldn't live forever, I'm glad he was able to leave with his people holding him and telling him how loved he was until the very end. *break for tissues*
We were both much younger once.
Some day when time has passed and the sadness has too, I will write about some of the important lessons I learned from this lovely dog. Thank You Otis for sharing your time with me. *second tissue break*
Onto some brighter thoughts. The Iden and Justus pups turned a year old on Saturday! While we retained two, so it should seem that much more obvious to us.... it doesn't seem like a year could have passed. And yet, at the same time it seems like they've always been with us. So check out the new page to mark the litters Birthday.
This weekend I finally got my ducks in a row, or rather my bunnies.... and did an inventory of what we have in the litters. Currently we have six litters in boxes, six older litters are out, and another six litters due within the next 72 hours. And to think that last spring I vowed to never have 5 litters at one time. Who was that woman?! Due to the large quantity of rabbits available I am not planning on posting individual photos on the website. Though all declarations are fluid and open to change. But go to the rabbits for sale page to see whats up for grabs. If you're interested in any, drop me a note and I'll take photos for you. They are an awfully attractive mass quantity of rabbits.
This past week there was a shift in the power structure of the chicken yard. Geronimo flexed his larger muscles and took over control of the harem from his smaller counterpart Napoleon. Blood was shed on both sides. And a much humbler Banty rooster now plays second fiddle.
It's good to be King of the Compost Pile! We're currently brooding in the bathroom 11 new chickens, all hens (we hope). Which should give the two roosters plenty of women to care for. A job for everyone I hope.
Here's wishing you a blank page to fill with your own dreams and goals.... and the time to enjoy the chance for new beginnings.
|Posted on March 11, 2010 at 3:55 AM||comments (0)|
Konan and the kits. From my blog you'd think there was just one barn boy... but its all because Konrad is a bit camera and people shy. He'd rather be wrapping himself around one of the dogs than around me. Some folks like the peanut butter, some folks like the jelly. One of my odd analogies. They often are so obscure that even I have problems seeing them... but the bottom line is that if I'm doing something near the barn, Konan will be there. If I take out the camera he makes SURE he's there. If the opportunity also offers him the chance to get a closer look in a nest box... he's a real pest. He walks the top of the rabbit cages trying to get better views of those little wigglers. I can only guess what the does must threaten him with.
I've added a few new photos of the Satin Angora litters in the Rabbits for Sale section, but I know a few blog readers are not Rabbit readers... so I'll pop in a few here and force you to see them. Fur has arrived on the two newest litters... and we've now got lots of shiney color. Just what I was hoping for. We have six litters now, with another 12 due within the next month. Which includes a few "retakes." I suspect some of my meat does are a bit plump, which affects their fertility. But the Angoras doen't seem to have the same problem!
Kallie's litter... a whole selection of colors. The ones that look black I think are just dark copper's. I may be tempted to keep one to replace Great Grandma Jory who recently died. She is missed. She was that same color, dark copper with a black overlay.
Kurtain's litter... lots of red! Jasper passed along his bright carrot red. So happy to see some color show up - they looked skin tone, which is a bit of a weird rabbit color.
Update on Kitt's litter (or Kitt's Kits). She only had four, and makes up for it by having kids that must be in the 200% percentile in size. They are at least twice the size as the other litters. I've still not figured out the color of the red/chocolates. But one is certainly a REW (ruby eyed white).
Josie's litter. Full of diverse color, though I'm not trying to name them all just yet. Certainly a few lilac's and a chocolate. But a few dark reds, and a bright red as well. They are starting to jump in and out of the nest box - though are content to stay in their box for the most part. They are the dampest group I've ever had. Their kidneys and bladders certainly are functioning at maximum output! Their box has been completely cleaned out and rebuilt once... as soon as they are all exiting the nest box on a regular basis they'll move to a larger cage with a different nest configuration.
We're in the middle of another cold snap. I'm glad the kits in the nest boxes have all furred up... it gives them a bit more of a chance. Hopefully by the end of the month when the next litters are due it will be above freezing. Since it is late (though not as late as the EST time stamp from Webs makes it look like)... I'll cut this short here and leave you with one last image.
It's ok... let's all say it together.... Ahhhhh!
|Posted on March 4, 2010 at 9:11 AM||comments (0)|
For a woman trying to get back to keeping a blog I'm having some issues... time being one, inspiration being another. Still tinkering with computer issues as well. I think our newest goal, which may help with all three is that we're contemplating a lap top. Then you that know me a bit better can invision me sitting in my recliner... TV remote control within reach, and lap top on my... well lap (isn't that why those little babies were given that name?!). I will have then become the ultimate slug.. and can write to you about it. I know you can't wait!
As this week is well over half over (do a happy weekend is almost here dance) I'll just update some Our Rabbit photos and Rabbit for Sale photos (which is a hint for you to go wander into rabbitland) and leave you with a little tidbit.
This is, of course, the young man Konan. He's our adventurer... though not often our balance beam walker which is a title that his brother Konrad (Mr. big and yellow and fluffy) holds. I had my camera in my pocket and he was sitting at the top of the gate post looking so mature that I was trying to get a shot of him pretending to be all grown up. But he decided it was time to show off some pole walking skills. This photo also shows off a section of the neighbors front yard (hint, WE do not plant things in precise rows - because nature does not plant things in precsie rows) without a speck of snow. Our spring has come early this year. The red winged blackbirds are back and this week we have robins in the yard and front field. Both barn boys feel that the robins are there for them to stalk. My hopes are high that the robins will stay out of reach... as I like them too. So some days we are up to our ankles in mud, other days things are crusty with frost, while others are "just right"... our season progresses.
And in progress we had another new litter yesterday (Satin Angora - good girl Kurtain!), with another 4 due/overdue. Our chicken setting on eggs plan has developed into two chickens setting on eggs. Our little devoted banty never did get her nest back. The large black hen was a whole lot more serious about brooding than I anticipated... and has retained the first nest. The banty now sits right next to her on her own eggs... which leaves the third, and least favorite nest for the other chicken women to lay their daily eggs. A couple more weeks to baby chicks!
To continue the chatty tone... this past weekend we were given some wonderful used cages from a fellow rabbit breeder that upgraded to some beautiful new cages. We hauled them home and then spent much of Sunday night in the rabbitry getting them installed. Wonderful! More room for the breeder buns, and some space for growers and waiting to be picked up sellers... and while I worried (as I'm often known to do) about the impact screw driver that Chuck was using upsetting the new Mom's-to-be, hardly a rabbit acknowledged the noise. In fact they seemed pretty content to have us down there sharing their space. If the barn was a bit more tidy and warm I might be tempted to get a recliner down there to come and use that LAPtop on.
|Posted on February 26, 2010 at 5:51 AM||comments (0)|
Let's see how fast I can get the computer and webs to cooperate with some chicken photos...
First day out of the annex chicken home. The little fence just kept them in line to the garden with the concept that they could hang out in there in relative safety. Of course they figured out how to get OUT of the garden in about two minutes and it made the fence just a barrier to getting back home.
This shows my plan a bit better. My plan that became chicken modified.
This is our Big Rooster. Isn't he a handsome man? And a nice guy, I'm sure he is favorite amongst the ladies... He is even pretty amiable to the other rooster who has an enormous Napoleon complex.
Some of our ladies defining the phrase Mud Hen.
See the neighbors that have come to visit in the background? The barn boys. The chickens don't mind the barn boys... the barn boys don't mind the chickens. Its a nice little barnyard family down there. Just wait until this summer when llamas and sheep and chickens and cats (oh my!) all get to intermingle. I'll have to pull up a chair and enjoy the pastorial moment.
And in this photo taken a week later we have progressed to full free range, and a bit less mud. See that little rooster in the front (the guy with the red neck) thats our guy with a complex. But he is a magnificent banty. He is a perfectly scaled down (WAY down) version of the quintessential rooster.
And this is one of his perfect little banty wives. For some reason this day she thought I was her savior, or had some sort of treat or something... but she RAN to be with me, and then shadowed me until I left the area. She (or her twin) is now being allowed to be broody. Fingers crossed for some baby chicks in our future. The large black hen had taken over the eggs at dinner tonight, so I may let the banty have a second nest - or wait and see if they can share the brooding job. Whats springtime in a flock of chickens without baby chicks.
BTW... I think we've discovered THE combination. New computer, WEBS... they like each other.
|Posted on February 24, 2010 at 9:23 AM||comments (0)|
A quick note to let those of you faithful enough to keep stopping by... yes, we are all still alive. I have let computer glitches and work related dramas interceed into my blogging - and for that I apologize. I've just about got the computer issues under control (fingers crossed!) and have decided to ignore the work dramas in hopes that they will just disappear. Which should put me back in line to do some chattering away online, complete with photos.
In the meantime... let me tell you just a handful of fun things that I've noticed on the farm of late, or that I've noticed and thought "I should put that on the blog"....
Farley, our largest llama, and probably our best guardian due to his easy going temperment with whatever animals I put into the corral with him, has developed some habits as they relate to rabbit food. He adores rabbit food. I don't really adore allowing him to make a meal of it. I'm not sure that its a healthy snack over the long haul, plus its expensive! I've moved three American Chinchilla does into the side leanto of the barn (the old side, not the new side... for those keeping track). They have feeders attached to the outside of their cages - and Farley has shown some very talented lips and a long, anteater sort of toungue to fish that feed out. So Chuck constructed a few brackets and a pole to put over the doorway to allow sheep to enter, but to keep Farley out. Worked beautifully for a couple days, then I noticed that the rabbit feeders were regularly much lower than I though they should be and I started to wonder how the sheep could reach high enough to even shake the cage (9 feet long, suspended from the ceiling and anchored to the back wall). And one day as I was standing there holding the rabbit food can in my hands contemplating the issue... old Limbo Farley shimmied under the pole and came inside to swab out the feeders. When I acted aghast he just limboed back out... we're back to the drawing board on what to do to keep him out - but that allows the sheep in. I suspect the answer is to ditch the feeders on the outside of the rabbit cage and go for interally mounted ones. Talent, you just never know where you'll find it.
Along those same lines.... our next door neighbors, that live much closer than we like, or would have ever chosen, have motion detector lights surrounding their home. They're not really country people. It would drive me crazy to have wildlife turn on and off the lights all night... but either they don't notice (why have the lights then?) or they don't care. Otis, our old Scruffy dog man learned years ago that their garage lights were handy for ME when I was going to the barn after dark. He's no longer allowed to go to the barn, because we love our barn cats (enough said). But Iden, our elder English Shepherd either came up with the same observation, or had watched Otis... because if she is with me when I head to the barn in the dark - the first thing she does is run over and turn on their lights. Now Iden, being a bit of a snotty girl, doesn't stop at just the garage lights. She completely circles their house (which includes galumping across a long, wooden front porch) and turns on ALL their lights. And if I'm still moving around outside when they go off... she's been known to keep them on for a good half hour by returning to circle their house and turn them on over and over again. I appreciate the assistance, but I suspect they do not.
Our chickens had their first forages out into the world of free range over the past couple weekends (when we were home to watch over them). You'd have thought they lived here forever... and did that all the time. Within two days they were being bold enough to show up at the doorway to the rabbitry and offer their services indoors. I let them come in and make a circuit... and then leave. The next time a small group wandered up, I told them the rabbits were getting ready to kindle and they weren't welcome that day... and they gratiously backed out and left the rabbit folk alone. What a great group of chickens!!! Photos of them are loaded up on the camera - if the older computer can stay sane long enough I will download and get some posted on here... perhaps even this week (I know that makes your heart beat just a little faster).
Four new litters in the rabbitry. Two American Chinchilla, two Satin Angora. Four very cranky Mama rabbits that attack me every chance they can get. I'm starting to look abused. Our hybrid Angora Mom just didn't understand the nest box plan and our sudden cold temps caused the deaths of her newborns. We'll try again. A hybrid meat rabbit appears to have just been putting on fat rather than babies the past month... and she's going to go on a diet and try again too. Next Tuesday and Wednesday we have 5 more litters due. I just love baby bunnies! Stand by for some new photos of them soon.
Spring has been kissing us during the day, but this morning it is snowing. Which should help with some of the night temperatures, and maybe add a little moisture to the ground. So winter is not giving up without a bit of a tussle. It'll make those sunny days that much more sweet.
Here's wishing you a great week, or whats left of it.
|Posted on February 1, 2010 at 11:23 PM||comments (0)|
We went to a rabbit show this past weekend. It was the first show we were able to make it to since last July. I was OK with that... but now, now I really need to go to another one sooner than later. They are a bit addicting. Of course it helps if you're having a good day... and thanks to this little fellow we had a wonderful day.
He's a bit of a rock star at this point. In a rabbit show sort of universe. His name is Kilgore and he's a sign that I'm starting to understand. Understand what it is that I'm supposed to be looking for in a young Champagne d'Argent. He's got some good genes, but I still get a minor
gold star for picking him out of the litter.
He had no problems handily going to the top of his class, and then some. He was judged as Best of Breed in both shows. In the second show he made it into the top ten in the Best of Show competition. And he's just a youngster. Born 9-9-09 (really) he was destined for greatness. He's a keeper. Two of our older Champagne does made it to BOS (Best of Opposite Sex) in the two shows. It would lead one to believe that we were the only Champagnes there, but no - there were more that weren't even related to us. We won against real competition. Makes it that much more sweet.
We hung out all day. Our day started at 4am and ended around 10pm. But give me a few weeks and I'd be ready to do it again. Me and Kilgore... and Chuck too.
This was our little spot on the showroom floor. 5 carriers of rabbits. A total of 11 came with us, a total of 9 came home. We sold three of our Champagnes, including one of Kilgore's brothers. And came home with this little lady (clobbering Chuck on the couch - not spoiled one little bit).
This is Diana a Satin Angora doe. She was a trade from about a year ago - amazing how that works. You trade one rabbit for one that isn't even born or thought of yet. But it worked out just fine. She's a sweet thing.
On Sunday after a fair amount of sloth and a good sized nap I went down and spent some time with my rabbits. And in the process was able to catch this photo of my sweet young barn boys.
Brotherly love. They are such fine fellows. Good mousers (our horrid innundation seems to be a thing of the past), sweet, entertaining, bold... and loving. Cats, Rabbits and Woolies... oh my. Life is good, and sweet... or couldn't you tell.
|Posted on January 18, 2010 at 11:28 AM||comments (0)|
Another computer virus. Well actually I think its the SAME computer virus. And the same inquisitive husband that keeps peeking at things on the computer that seems to rouse from its slumber the same sleeping computer bug. And it will be the same computer techie friend that I will haul the CPU to tomorrow in hopes that she will be able to pluck the offending bug from the computer. Until then I'm not sure if fresh photos will arrive. We did load up Photo Shop on this newer, uninfected (knock on wood!) computer. But it is a brand new program for me and I am "she of little time" to sit and figure it out. Looks like it will do everything... but steam clean my carpets (darn it!), but will take some time to play with it. Or buy the Photoshop for Dummies book. And have lots of time to play. Perhaps in 2015 that will happen. I do know that my free time is filled from now until the end of March at least. Hopefully the other computer will feel up to snuff and able to perform its duties way before then.
A Happy Martin Luther Kings official Birthday to you all. If I become nationally famous they could move my birthday to the third weekend in October... a time when I know we're all looking for another dayoff. I'm just saying... we could start passing that petition now. Or we could start a national recognition day... of something important... mmm, maybe Menopause (for those woman that must go through it, have gone through it, and the men that are smart and lucky enough to survive it), That day could be parked between Presidents Day and Memorial Day in that long expanse of work weeks that have no three day weekends. I think we need to start a grass roots campagin (which I know is spelt incorrectly, but its so close to Champagne that I've taught myself to spell that we should all overlook it - and I think I just referred to a grain rather than an adverb - or is it a verb?). As you can tell I'm a bit introspective this morning. A bit scary, I know.
So until the photo vault is open, I'll leave you with this - which has no relevance at all. It just happens to be one of the random photos I have parked on this computer.
This is a cute little puppy we called Plaid, that now has a family of his own and they call him Angus. I've not seem him since the end of June... but within the next couple months I'll be putting together a special page marking the one year birthday of our first litter of English Shepard puppies. So standby for cuteness to give way to beauty and handsomeness... and a little bit of teenage geekiness too. April 3rd is their birthday - perhaps we could ask for a three day weekend then?!? Its a good plan...
|Posted on January 14, 2010 at 5:37 PM||comments (0)|
I picked the title because of our weather (why am I always defaulting to weather?! - I must be getting old)... but it brought a wave of nostolgia to visit me. Ahh... for those days of youth. And why do most memories seem to be from warmer days? Perhaps I didn't play in the snow enough when I was younger.
This week finds us iced in. We're having an odd winter. I'd like to say that its almost over, but I suspect theres plenty of time to whomp us a few times still to come. Right now our cold spell has turned warm. Not quite warm enough to melt EVERYTHING, just warm enough to put standing water on top of our pack ice and buff it to a fine polish. Oh, and flood the shop. And turn the front of the chicken condo into mush. But in all fairness, its warm enough to keep the rabbit bowls from freezing - and for that I give thanks!
Our older computer, which houses the photos and the photo program got a bug this past week. A nasty virus that infected its very core and required some strong medicinal help from a techy friend, not once, but twice. Beware of some of those emails out there. They look innocent enough and then when you are sure they must be authentic.... they bean you with a bad bug. Good news is that it appears to be on the mend now. Almost 24 hours at home without needing a kleenex. So perhaps I can provide photos of something (anything) here very soon.
In the mean time I'll just cinch on my ice crampons (I kid you not) and go about my business. Here's wishing the rest of your week is filled with happy memories or memories in the making.