A Tale Of Two (or five) Webs

Between my fascination with spider webs and bird nests, it's no wonder I'm drawn to fiber arts.

Here are some interesting (at least to me) morning finds:



The thick and thin of it.



What it would probably look like if I tried to build a web.



Doesn't this look like something that should be in your grandmother's jewelry box?



More Christmas tree bling.



Look closely - I found this tiny web between two rocks in the country sidewalk.

Spinning and weaving all around me.

The Investment Is Paying Off

Turns out those butterfly bushes really work.

I'm headed out to plant a money plant!

Sunday....ACTION!

Unfortunately taken with my phone. I've got to start carrying the camera AND the camera bag.

"Okay sheep. I'm looking for some cooperation around here. You with the black face - quit acting scared of me. You with the big horns, quit trying to butt me! You! The brown one with the big butt - quit trying to steal my chew bones!!!"

I Like These Birds Better

Welcomed guests at the wool house.

I, of course, did not have my zoom lens. I'm not exactly sure what a camera bag is for...if you never actually carry it. Apparently I'll never learn.









And I still love the stupid Adventure Chickens. However, with the price of chicken feed these days, if I have to go BUY eggs from my neighbor...

I just love being the laughing stock of the neighborhood.

Chicken No

When one particular chicken makes a sheep blog twice, it's a sign...of something. When a cardboard box with airholes cut in it shows up at your door Nancy K...well, there's your sign ;-).

So what has Chicken No done (this time)? She didn't come home the other night. Free range chickens are pretty easy pickings for a hawk, coyote, Comby, so I naturally feared the worst. (Luckily?) she didn't take long to find.



In the VERY FIRST PLACE any idiot would think to look, Chicken No. Not too creative there, toots. But I guess you sort of have an excuse as you've been working so hard to stockpile 21 eggs! 21 unfertilized, too risky to feed to the dogs, going into the compost pile eggs.

Yeesh.

No Pictures PLEASE!!!

This post is not for the faint of heart. Or stomach. Keep in mind that this blog is primarily an online diary of our life on the farm. And while I doubt seriously I'm going to forget this any time soon, you never know when you might need a great story sittin' around the nursing home ;-).

I took Gato out to the back pond yesterday. It was late afternoon and the flies were horrible. They were all over me as much as my poor pony. Next thing I knew, I'd sucked one in my mouth. I tried to spit it out - it's an instant reflex, as you can well imagine. There was nothing to spit out even though I was pretty darn sure though that it had gone in.

Coughing so much made my nose run. It crossed my mind that maybe it had gone up my nose instead, but I checked my kleenex and nothing. At this point I'm sure it had just gone straight into my lungs and I was well on my way to pneumonia...

My nose kept running - not uncommon during the summer in Kentucky - and we headed back towards the barn. About 10 minutes go by and I start sneezing. I blow my nose one more time and guess what. Out comes the fly.

Are you sitting down?

It was still alive!!!

If you think this story can't be topped in the category of disturbing things happening while riding your horse, visit Just Another Day On The Prairie for proof that it can.

I'll quit complaining.

And go throw up.

I Had To

We love the stonework in front of the wool house, especially the huge rocks that make up the country sidewalk. There are spaces between some of the rocks - naturally - and we've played around with how to finish them out and decided to try planting a walkable ground cover to fill in the spaces, add some cool color and dress it up a little.



When I saw this at the nursery....I had to.



I'm not so sure how to "protect in winter" there between those rocks though and it's important that I do. Any suggestions?



I guess I could hire Iris to be a Plant Guardian Dog and sit on them ;-).



Inside the wool house - lots of wool washing happening...finally. I just love the set up and the drying racks...



...and being able to use the big table to work on painting projects between washes.

I hate the perspective issues of trying to take long pictures with too many lines and too many angles though. I swear it doesn't look like a Dr. Seuss house. Any suggestions on that?