Silk Ribbon Embroidery Tapes for Sale

Back at clear out the Farm Shop.  I have three great silk ribbon embroidery tapes up for sale.  Each tape is full of the best information to master the art of silk ribbon embroidery and you will be able to create some of the most incredible items once watch and working with these tapes.

Offering each tape for $5.00 plus shipping.  Just contact me here or by email and I will put a PayPal invoice together for you..  Enjoy and hope they find new homes. Thanks for reading and considering

There is a Goat in my dish

As of late Goldie has taken great pleasure in pulling Dot's Chain.  At every turn she has found new ways to see how far she can go to piss off this mild mannered llama.  Recently it is jumping into Dot's feed bunker and stepping on the hay.  Once she does this Dot will not touch the food.  Mind you Goldie has her own in the barn but it is always better to see what a pain in the rear one can be...

Each day I stand with Dot to show him that he is to bethe  master of his own bunker but if I take a couple of steps away Goldie runs in and jumps right in the middle.  So like all mothers I told him to stand up for himself, believe in his inner power and be brave. I told Goldie that it would not be long before Dot would be so much bigger then her and that he would be the one to guard and watch over her so play nice...

It all starts with a look

Many a shy guy has been lead down the garden path by a older girl.  Poor Max had a terrible "Boy Moment" in the barn.  As I was doing the chores and getting ready to go on to the next task I noticed that a few of the girls on the other side of the barn was doing that "Flirting Flick" with their tails.  Before I could blink there was Max with this head through the gate and his horns caught.  It happens that quickly - Hormonal Imbalance.  You know - where a sweet little boy turns into a raging Ass...

So I went and got a couple of sheep panels, and before Max knew what was going on I put a 6 foot pen in front of the gate.  This will keep him away from the girls and the girls away from him.  Chief watched as I built the pen and I could just see the wheels turning in his head.  He said "Crap, this means this ball of fur is going to want to challenge me every two seconds"  Poor Chief, he has been in this dance for 11 years and I could tell he was not looking foreword to it.  We are all getting older here and some issues are getting on our last nerves.  Before it got out of hand I warned Chief "No Biting" and "This too will pass" speeches.  He rolled his eyes, gave a deep exhale and sat in the corner of the barn. 

I think that sweet face of Chief says it all.....

You Know What I Like

No matter what time of year it is Sherlock loves our quality time together.  Notice he is not covered with pee on his face - no need - he is smart enough to know that there will be no breeding for him this year.  He is not the least bit upset because he knows I LOVE him and give him as much quality time as I can spare...  I have to be careful during this time of year that I do not get into a MALE WAR over my affections - sounds strange but have you ever stood in the center of 20 billies with horns and they are all wanting to be Mother Favorite???  It can be dangerous but with years of knowing the way they think I can work with them and still be safe.  Sherlock demands and gets full attention first at all times.  Beside how could you resist that amazing and sweet face - I know I sure can't..

BUT MOM - All the guys are doing it

Oh what a difference a week makes around this farm.  My sweet white boys in a matter of an evening have turned into what I like to call - Big Boy Bless.....

This is why not everyone can appreciate what it is to be a MALE in the animal world.  I on the other hand have great love, compassion and understanding that this is all part of the circle and I enjoy watching how this process takes place every year.  I have the older and breeding billies in one pasture and they know that no one is breeding this year and so no peeing on themselves, no fighting and they are just enjoying the cooling weather. 

Then you move over to the three, two and one year old male pasture and it is a hot hormonal mess.  I have to fill their water tubs four times a day because you need enough fluids going in to handle what is going out. Before you say to yourself "Why doesn't she stop filling the tubs - end of problem" just know that this would only cause serious health issues and would not stop the drive within them.   I know it is not a pretty picture and you are lucky there is no smell o vision but this is how they all work it out.  I have to also giggle because I have Sherlock (a proud Daddy of many) and his friend Watson (who has not bred) in that mix because they are teaching the younger guys the ropes.  Here is how it works - The three year old boys show the two year  boys are the plumbing works.  The two year olds then show the yearlings who try it out but they forget their place in the chain and so Watson puts them in their place.  After a whole day and night of this Sherlock walks over to the biggest three year old head butts him, down the three year old goes and then everyone sits down quickly.  Sherlock walks over to the shade and sits down.  Then Watson comes over and rubs Sherlock head and sits next to him.  All the others stand around like they are lost and no matter where they are they sit down.  Simple - balance restored.  Before you think we are done with this dance someone  losses their mind again to hormones and the dance starts up again.  This will be the routine here at the farm and it can at times get a bit out of hand.  That is when I go out and turn the hose on them and shake my finger at them and tell them to knock it off.  Yep, that lasts a couple of hours but what do you expect from a bunch of males?

So if you come by the farm at this time of the year you will get an ear and nose full but you will also see the proud behavior of some of the most incredible boys around.  I truly love this time of year.

Where did I put my Cape??

Last night as I was wishing that I could get two hours of sleep.  I ran through my head the long list of heavy work I had sitting on my list.  I know this does not help in getting the mind off to dreamland but my Monkey Mind never seems to take a break.  I watched the pilot of LOST wishing to be transported to a make believe land instead I only reviewed what skills I might bring to the table if lost of an island.  Trust me I would be one cranky gal because of the weather but not because of a smoke monster and "Other's" trying to kill me at every turn.

I tried to find a comfortable place but every inch of my body was not settling down.  So I got up and puttered around.  Fast forward to 5 am and I was back in bed laying on my right side praying for a tiny bit of rest.  Just then a horrible pop was heard.  Yep, that shoulder again popped.  After letting out a yelp I put my arm over my head and it popped back into place.  Yuck and Ouch!!!

That was it - Up and Onward with my day.  You might think it would be a light day of small projects after this gut churning should event but no such luck.  I have a truck bed full of 100 pound compressed hay that needs to be unloaded and stacked in the barns, 200 pounds of dog food to be wrangled to their rightful places and then there is the barn cleaning, trash moving and hauling of pine needles.  I am dragging my feet just a bit to have the air outside clear from the fires up North (Please keep them all in your prayers it is way too dangerous out there) and I have been looking in ever corner to find my CAPE...  How is this gal to leap tall stacks and to do all the clean jerks with something that almost weights as much as this super hero???  I hate when I misplace my cape.... I thought I had placed it on the coat hook last time I came in but who knows where I put it after the long day I had last Sunday.

So after I finish typing this posting it is outside with or without my cape.  That truck is not going to unload itself not matter how much I wish it to be so.  I will be back later with the heating pad and a few things checked off the list..

What is on your list today???  Did you need your super powers and if so what are they?? 

Cobwebs in the Barn

I admit spiders FREAK me out.... Here at the farm there are many, many - too many kinds of spiders and my rule is if you don't come near me I won't kill you...  I know how many wonderful services they provide in the world, how we would be over run by bugs if they were not around - I get it but and here is the Big BUT - they creep and freak me out and they are sneaky... making no noise as they creep up on you -  then I give out that girly scream that can shatter glass.

I grew up watching the Atomic Spider that killed it's way through a dusty desert town.  I watched the Sci Fi Movie's where Mother Nature turned on us and the frogs, mice and spiders went on a killing spree.  I even had sisters who threw spiders in my hair as a child and told me they would bite me to death... So I think you now understand my slight freaking out with spiders..

This last weekend there was a huge and I mean huge spider web in the corner of the goat girls barn.  About 3 feet wide - when did this spider have the time?? I am in that barn twice a day and never saw it.  I had visions of the creature that made it and my first response was to scream, run out of the barn waving my arms and completely having a melt down. I did not have the energy so instead I stood for just a moment and looked at the hard work that went into this home.  After a few moments I decided to let it alone after telling the creature that as long as it does nothing to me or my sweet one's well I would leave it alone.  I am not saying I am over my freak out - I keep my eyes open and I swear it comes out and scares me then all bets are off.

When I came into the house and as usual I could not sleep I went to the carding room and decided to create some batts that would honor the hard working creature in my barn. Working through the Cobwebs in my head I slowly placed the soft fibers through the machine I realized how I am similar to that spider.  I go about working hard creating a life that has meaning to me, I wove a life that I thought was my purpose but not even noticed by most, not valued by others and worst of all I am far too many times misunderstood and squished into dust by the texting masses.  Living a life that is on the edge of what society thinks is valued is not easy but like the spider we at times can create a magical world if only for our own viewing and using.

The two batts are now up for sale in my Etsy Shop www.larkspurfunnyfarm.etsy.com and hope they find a new and understanding home.