Fuzzarelly is Back
Thursday, November 20, 2008
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
Do Not Remove Tag
It was below 32 degrees last night, cold enough that the barn bunnies' water was frozen this morning. Guess summer is over. Ya think? About freaking time.
Frozen bunny bottles is never way-loads-o'-fun. Sometimes, I have enough bottles to fill them all inside and then merely replace the frozen ones. And other times, I don't. And that means bringing in frozen bottles, thawing them out, refilling, then taking the bucket o' bottles back to the barn. It usually takes two trips to get everybody taken care of. It also means that I get my exercise. So not is all bad.
All of the buns are handling the colder temperatures well. Even the lovely Ginger, whom I clipt on Monday. I am making a conscious effort to keep their quarters clean and free from ammonia fumes. Now that my asthma is under control and I can actually sweep and shovel without keeling over.
Did I report that I bred Virginia to Walter, my new couple? Ginnie is obviously pregnant. She and Walter are a cute couple. They snuggle, lick, and otherwise get along.
Heizen is exceedingly jealous of other house bunnies, as a rule. However, we have moved his usual abode (litterbox) from the kitchen to the pantry and so, he seems not totally pissed that this couple is in the living room. In a cage. Also, there is now no rug in the living room for him to piss on. So, as long as the Heizen is happy, we are happy.
I am still awork at the new afghan. Although I did rip out all the connective tissue this morning. I wasn't happy at all with the technique I was using. So much for being free from the tyranny of the square! More when I can take photos.
Frozen bunny bottles is never way-loads-o'-fun. Sometimes, I have enough bottles to fill them all inside and then merely replace the frozen ones. And other times, I don't. And that means bringing in frozen bottles, thawing them out, refilling, then taking the bucket o' bottles back to the barn. It usually takes two trips to get everybody taken care of. It also means that I get my exercise. So not is all bad.
All of the buns are handling the colder temperatures well. Even the lovely Ginger, whom I clipt on Monday. I am making a conscious effort to keep their quarters clean and free from ammonia fumes. Now that my asthma is under control and I can actually sweep and shovel without keeling over.
Did I report that I bred Virginia to Walter, my new couple? Ginnie is obviously pregnant. She and Walter are a cute couple. They snuggle, lick, and otherwise get along.
Heizen is exceedingly jealous of other house bunnies, as a rule. However, we have moved his usual abode (litterbox) from the kitchen to the pantry and so, he seems not totally pissed that this couple is in the living room. In a cage. Also, there is now no rug in the living room for him to piss on. So, as long as the Heizen is happy, we are happy.
I am still awork at the new afghan. Although I did rip out all the connective tissue this morning. I wasn't happy at all with the technique I was using. So much for being free from the tyranny of the square! More when I can take photos.
Friday, November 14, 2008
Beware of Poisonous Fumes
So. We have at last gotten rid of The Baby-Bunny Killing Cat!
Baby bunnies disappeared at an unnatural rate this year. There would be 8 babies under the church, then 6, then 3, and then none. Our own, under the house, bunnies disappeared in a similar manner. Little Frankie was the only one I was able to save from Ramsey's last litter. More than 30 kits were taken in all. It took us the longest time to zero in on the culprit, then it took a week more to capture the thing.
It was a beautiful creature. Solid black with emerald eyes. Also, feral to the nth degree. I mean, teeth and fangs and not human friendly at all.
As much as I (mentally) wanted to strangle it, after it was caught in the live trap, we released it several miles away in a Nature Conservancy.
And that means that maybe Jackie Brown's new litter may survive! I have seen 5 so far, living under Good Neighbor Nancy's building next door. Cute little black, tan, blk/wht and tan/wht kits.
Every single time I see a new little baby, I am filled with joy! Like an aunt or grandmama would be. I'm such a sap.
KL asked about Goober's backstory. Not much to it. I saw an ad at the feed store for a free angora, and I called the number right away. The owners had other rabbits, but didn't know how care for a fuzzy bunny. He's a small, brownish gray fellow, with lop ears. Nice enough disposition, but he's never going to give me much wool. I'm hoping to maybe find him a good home somewhere as a pet. Sweetie would like to breed him to Claudia, our netherland dwarf. Dr. Moreau and all that.
Baby bunnies disappeared at an unnatural rate this year. There would be 8 babies under the church, then 6, then 3, and then none. Our own, under the house, bunnies disappeared in a similar manner. Little Frankie was the only one I was able to save from Ramsey's last litter. More than 30 kits were taken in all. It took us the longest time to zero in on the culprit, then it took a week more to capture the thing.
It was a beautiful creature. Solid black with emerald eyes. Also, feral to the nth degree. I mean, teeth and fangs and not human friendly at all.
As much as I (mentally) wanted to strangle it, after it was caught in the live trap, we released it several miles away in a Nature Conservancy.
And that means that maybe Jackie Brown's new litter may survive! I have seen 5 so far, living under Good Neighbor Nancy's building next door. Cute little black, tan, blk/wht and tan/wht kits.
Every single time I see a new little baby, I am filled with joy! Like an aunt or grandmama would be. I'm such a sap.
KL asked about Goober's backstory. Not much to it. I saw an ad at the feed store for a free angora, and I called the number right away. The owners had other rabbits, but didn't know how care for a fuzzy bunny. He's a small, brownish gray fellow, with lop ears. Nice enough disposition, but he's never going to give me much wool. I'm hoping to maybe find him a good home somewhere as a pet. Sweetie would like to breed him to Claudia, our netherland dwarf. Dr. Moreau and all that.
Thursday, November 13, 2008
No salt, MSG, artificial color or flavoring added.
Here are a few shots from my stint at NAILE (North American International Livestock Exposition.)
The booth is a cooperative effort of about 8 fiber women, and we are all taking our turns at staffing the booth. I have worked there for two days and will help with the break down. (Because I am so good at that. Shut up.)
Lots o' cowboys and cowgirls. Who knew that there was such a thing a horse jewelry? I mean, jewelry for horses? Met an older fellow who bragged that he had been in every jail in West Virginia. As an inspector! Haha. And an entrepreneur from Missouri with a great business plan (U go Grl! I hope to post about you next year,) and some spinners and knitters and other friendly folk. It's not been a bad way to spend a couple of days. (Except that I had to detour around a horrific traffic wreck involving five vehicles this morning. Two fatalities and several injured. That sort of awful thing just messes with me.) (Please don't let me die that way!)
Let us end on an up note with the latest rescue bunny named Goober.
The booth is a cooperative effort of about 8 fiber women, and we are all taking our turns at staffing the booth. I have worked there for two days and will help with the break down. (Because I am so good at that. Shut up.)
Lots o' cowboys and cowgirls. Who knew that there was such a thing a horse jewelry? I mean, jewelry for horses? Met an older fellow who bragged that he had been in every jail in West Virginia. As an inspector! Haha. And an entrepreneur from Missouri with a great business plan (U go Grl! I hope to post about you next year,) and some spinners and knitters and other friendly folk. It's not been a bad way to spend a couple of days. (Except that I had to detour around a horrific traffic wreck involving five vehicles this morning. Two fatalities and several injured. That sort of awful thing just messes with me.) (Please don't let me die that way!)
Let us end on an up note with the latest rescue bunny named Goober.
Sunday, November 09, 2008
Do no incinerate
For the wine dork in all of us.
The website is interesting at times, but the recent toilet paper roll cum pencil holder doesn't even rate to be in the Workbasket magazine.
The website is interesting at times, but the recent toilet paper roll cum pencil holder doesn't even rate to be in the Workbasket magazine.
Sealed for your protection
Actual knitting and fiber stuff to report. I knoooow!
Amidst all of the bunny stuff that fills my days, I have slowly been chugging away on two projects. One is another afghan, again with mostly handspun. I've completed these twelve log cabin blocks, and I have dyed some KnitPicks worsted weight wool a dark gray to make all the connective bits and the border.
While I was waiting for that yarn to dry, I picked up this shawl that I have been fiddling with for a couple of weeks. I used Cherry Hill Baby Loop mohair (maybe 500 yards) and size 10.5 needles.
I began at the point and used the washcloth pattern of a yarn over increase at the beginning of every row. On random rows I increased at both edges and/or increased two stitches in the body. Then I increased on both edges every row and sometimes two stitches in the body.
When the long edge was about 60 inches, or about 180 stitches, I (k1, yarn over-ed) all across the long edge, making about 360 stitches. One row plain. Another increase row, this time k2, yo. 540 stitches. Two rows plain. Again with the increase row, but this time I k3, then knit through the front and back of the next stitch. I think that makes close to 675 stitches, give or take. I did not actually count.
All I had were 24" circulars in the right size and it was getting crowded, so, two more plain rows were followed by a crocheted bind off. Like the afghan blocks, it was all garter stitch - all the time. I have needed me some vanilla (mindless) knitting lately.
I think it looks pretty damn cool, if'ns I do say so myself. The point folds over at the back and becomes the center back of the collar. Very becoming.
The North American International Livestock Exposition is in Louisville for the next two weeks. Blue Acorn, Hippy Art Chick, Victoria of Southern Indiana FiberArts Festival, little ol' me, and others, have joined in the cooperative effort to staff and stock two booths (at great expense, let me tell ya,) in the West Wing. I'll be in the booth two days this week and will try to get some photos for you all. It's kinda a big event, from what I hear.
Amidst all of the bunny stuff that fills my days, I have slowly been chugging away on two projects. One is another afghan, again with mostly handspun. I've completed these twelve log cabin blocks, and I have dyed some KnitPicks worsted weight wool a dark gray to make all the connective bits and the border.
While I was waiting for that yarn to dry, I picked up this shawl that I have been fiddling with for a couple of weeks. I used Cherry Hill Baby Loop mohair (maybe 500 yards) and size 10.5 needles.
I began at the point and used the washcloth pattern of a yarn over increase at the beginning of every row. On random rows I increased at both edges and/or increased two stitches in the body. Then I increased on both edges every row and sometimes two stitches in the body.
When the long edge was about 60 inches, or about 180 stitches, I (k1, yarn over-ed) all across the long edge, making about 360 stitches. One row plain. Another increase row, this time k2, yo. 540 stitches. Two rows plain. Again with the increase row, but this time I k3, then knit through the front and back of the next stitch. I think that makes close to 675 stitches, give or take. I did not actually count.
All I had were 24" circulars in the right size and it was getting crowded, so, two more plain rows were followed by a crocheted bind off. Like the afghan blocks, it was all garter stitch - all the time. I have needed me some vanilla (mindless) knitting lately.
I think it looks pretty damn cool, if'ns I do say so myself. The point folds over at the back and becomes the center back of the collar. Very becoming.
The North American International Livestock Exposition is in Louisville for the next two weeks. Blue Acorn, Hippy Art Chick, Victoria of Southern Indiana FiberArts Festival, little ol' me, and others, have joined in the cooperative effort to staff and stock two booths (at great expense, let me tell ya,) in the West Wing. I'll be in the booth two days this week and will try to get some photos for you all. It's kinda a big event, from what I hear.
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