The Goat Whisperer
This week’s challenge is to share a photo of something unlikely.An object or person in an unlikely place.
This little guy found an unlikely place to curl up and nap…
He made it look so inviting that his brothers and sisters came over to take a look…
And before he knew it everyone wanted to get in.
This teeny Vineyard book is 1 inch square. Untie the ribbon and it opens like an accordion.
There is a verse on one side…
“The landscape of Martha’s Vineyard invites us daily to pause, to breathe and give our awareness to the splendor of our surroundings. The soul of the land and the sea speaks in a silent language to our own souls, calling forth a feeling of connectedness and well-being, belonging and responsiveness. We come to our senses and discover ourselves again in the grace, elegance and natural beauty of the island… Even if your visit here is brief , the Vineyard welcomes you home.” -I.G.M.
And pictures on the other.
I’ve added in some of my own that sort of resemble the ones in the book. I didn’t have any pictures of grazing cows so I substituted a goat friend of mine.
I’m glad I rediscovered this teeny book today. Thank you to the special person who gave it to me.<3
I’ve been seeing a meme on both Facebook and Pinerest lately about how August is summer’s Sunday, and I quite like it. It’s appropriate this year, given the changes I’m already seeing.
Though, to be fair, it isn’t always like this. This summer (and last, too) was pretty mild. In Augusts past we’ve had brutal days and nights where it’s still 90 degrees at 10:00 at night. Now may days are bracketed by farm chores completed in downright comfortable temperatures. Three years ago I had to be out by 8 am to beat the awful oppressiveness of it. Evenings I would just sweat through it.
But these last few……..
It’s been perfect. My friend Lisa and I agree that we can put up with frigid “polar vortex” type winters if it means we can have these summers.
The stream is totally overgrown, but it’s a lot of wildflowers and color. It’s so difficult to properly photograph.
See that wild morning glory in there? It’s that time!
Alabama, in our pasture wasteland. The grass (not that we had much to begin with) is all gone for the year.
Roquefort is so “majephtic”.
Basil, who has never lost his cuddliness.
Chicken watering hole.
Our curriculum for the school year is submitted, plans for share dyeing are in the works, Emily the shearer has been contacted about shearing the Angora goats. Our first tentative steps toward fall have been taken.
Ah, well. Yesterday the flock finally was freed from their heavy fleeces (just in time for temps to plummet and rain to fall all day today). But yesterday. Yesterday was glorious. Later in the evening there was much more frolicking than I have seen since…..well, last spring.
I love watching Emily work, and I love seeing the wool coming off to reveal the little bodies underneath.
Wembley’s fleece came off in a solid, felted clump, not unlike a rug. Poor thing. When a sheep has been as sick as she was, it’s no surprise. I’m sure the three or four baths I gave her didn’t help. But, now she’s well and free of the old fleece and can start a new, healthy coat.
Now, this. This is what I love to see. The colored flock. The sun-bleached outer layer, the darker layer at the skin, and all the variation in between.
The pure Border Leicesters were mostly silver underneath; the Border Leicester/ Cormo crosses were more black underneath.
Our friend Amy came and helped out with hooves, while Emily’s dog watched (and snatched hoof clipping to chew on).. Seriously, she was a HUGE help. And unsurprisingly, Emily can easily manage a sheep one-handed while Amy and I struggled tag-teaming them.
The goats were surprisingly well-behaved for her.
Neve helped out, too, of course!
Ursa – who is seriously the tiniest thing once you get her out of her coat!
Wembley the Wonder Lamb.
I know everyone is sad we were unable to have a party for shearing this spring, but trust me, we had a great reason (BABYBABYBABY) that Susan will update y’all with soon enough.
In the meantime, I hope all of your steps are as light and carefree as the flock!