- Apr 9, 2011
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Oh, well, my fun day has now included being logged off of absolutely everything. Including something I just remembered that I need to log in to again, ugh.
For a day I didn't feel like doing anything I've actually gotten a lot done, and all of the outside stuff has been complicated by tethering the sheep where he can get to me every time I leave the back door and demand scritches and attention and ask if it's time for alfalfalfalfaaaaa yet (which it isn't, he gets a cup at sunset and another one when the dogs go out the last time). The chickens all got sweet potatoes and brown rice atop their usual rations, except for Elvis, who got rosehips today instead (he won't eat anything that's not cold). And washed a load of jeans.
I need to take a picture of Bacchus' fleece, it's amazingly deep; Jacob's don't felt easily, or crimp much in the rain, so you see every inch of the staple. I was talking to a spinner at the fair last summer and she had all sorts of disapproving things to say about Jacob's Sheep, most of which came down to them being too small. He gets a pint of alfalfa a day, and is still working on the same bale of orchard grass I bought before Hallowe'en, and is the sweetest animal to handle I've ever owned (except for one Holstein, long ago) so I'll keep him.
For a day I didn't feel like doing anything I've actually gotten a lot done, and all of the outside stuff has been complicated by tethering the sheep where he can get to me every time I leave the back door and demand scritches and attention and ask if it's time for alfalfalfalfaaaaa yet (which it isn't, he gets a cup at sunset and another one when the dogs go out the last time). The chickens all got sweet potatoes and brown rice atop their usual rations, except for Elvis, who got rosehips today instead (he won't eat anything that's not cold). And washed a load of jeans.
I need to take a picture of Bacchus' fleece, it's amazingly deep; Jacob's don't felt easily, or crimp much in the rain, so you see every inch of the staple. I was talking to a spinner at the fair last summer and she had all sorts of disapproving things to say about Jacob's Sheep, most of which came down to them being too small. He gets a pint of alfalfa a day, and is still working on the same bale of orchard grass I bought before Hallowe'en, and is the sweetest animal to handle I've ever owned (except for one Holstein, long ago) so I'll keep him.