new residents and a visitor

This past weekend I was asked to give two rabbits a new home and TLC (tender loving clip!).  They are now being kept separate from my other 2 rabbits while they adjust to their new home and life around the riverrim.

 

One is a buck, and I believe he is fuzzy American Lop.  He is small and quite friendly and very alert.

The other is a doe, and a pretty fawn color.  I am not sure what is in her background, but she is somewhat shy. 

I understand that both of them are about a year old.  I have not gotten any names yet, so I will see if I can get to know them better before I decide.

 

We also have been visited by a flock of cowbirds that flew in on Saturday.  I don't welcome a visit from these birds.  The female is a nest parasite, meaning she lays her eggs in the nest of other birds.  I do what I can to discourage them when I see them arrive in the spring.  Brown-headed cowbirds are not residents.

I have witnessed the yellow warbler build a nest, only to have the cowbird lay in it.  The yellow warbler will build on top of it, sometimes several times, trying to outwit the cowbird.  But it is not always successful.  In my hemlock trees, the yellow warbler has built a nest and laid eggs..along with the cowbird.  When the cowbird hatches, it pushes the other little warblers out of the nest...and then you have this little yellow warbler taking care of a large cowbird fledging.  I have witnessed this with the cardinal and the black and white warbler too.  The catbird, however, has been seen pecking and eating the cowbird eggs.  I have read that the cowbird will lay its eggs in the nest of over 100 species of birds!

 

I've been spinning some Icelandic roving that I purchased from Tongue River Farm.  It is prepared nicely and spins fast.  So far I have finished one bobbin, and getting ready to finish the other to ply. 

 

I seem to have come down with a head cold, and have not been getting very much accomplished.  This afternoon I discovered the kitty curled up in my Finn wool that has been washed and waiting for the drum carder.  She looked so cozy I didn't have the heart to disturb her, besides, it looked like a good idea to curl up and take a nap.

ABC Along "f" is for

F is for FIBER....

 

from the Latin fibra

 

Filaments of which yarn is made...

 

Be it a plant-as in:

Flax (probably the oldest natural textile...found in burial shrouds believed to be more than 5,000 years old.)

Be it an animal- as in:
Fur From my Lagomorphs

Be it insect- as in:
this silk cocoon

or Be it man made- as in:
Fireflash

 

 

its all good...

 

so I think I have all the major groups represented here...except for Fiber of the other kind...

My lettuce seedlings are getting tall enough to tickle the tops!  I have been taking them for a walk to the growhouse each day.  The temperatures dive down to 21 degrees at night out there, so I have to bring them inside for the evening. This process is know as "hardening them off."   No wonder there are certain areas of the greenhouse that they call the "nursery".  Young seedlings need constant attention, just like a baby!  As you can see by the photo, most of the seedlings still have their primary leaves.  Once they sprout their secondary set, I will lift them into a larger container for a few weeks before setting them directly outside.  The cold temps are concern for a fungus, or a dampening off of the seedlings.  Cold and moist are not a good combination for seedlings.  I sprits my seedlings with a weak solution of chamomile tea to discourage any "dampening off micro organisms" that might be lurking.

I have been so busy with so many "to do" items...that I have not been finishing any fiber arts...As a matter of fact, it seems I keep starting new items, like the Embossed Leaves Socks from Interweave Knits Winter 05.  I really like the pattern, and it challenged me in the form of learning to read a chart pattern.  I'm from the old school, and like my patterns written out.  I almost caved and typed out a separate sheet to follow, but my libriarian enlarged the chart, so now I find it easier to read.

 

So....

L� Fh�ile P�draig Sona Daoibh

 

Dydd Gŵyl Padrig Hapus
DEETH GOOEEL PAD-rigg HAPP-iss (TH as in That)
Happy St. Patrick's Day (Welsh)

 

and

 

Pionta Guinness, le do thoil
Pin-tah Guiness, le doh hull
A pint of Guiness, please!

fo fog & phenology

I finished this prayer shawl about a month ago, and just recently gave it as a gift.  I was very glad that the recipient was so happy and touched by it. 

The mohair roving came from Tintagel Farm , a cottage industry run by Leslie & Ron Orndorff...They pride themselves with fiber originating from their farm (Made in �PA� USA)...Llamas, alpacas, angora goats, and sheep.  This was my first experience purchasing from them, but it will not be my last, I assure you!  The name of the roving was red turnip", and had some beautiful flashes of color that spun up like butter, and knit like a dream.  The finished product was so soft and fluffy and cozy...however, I did make an error in the pattern that I did not discover until I had blocked it!  Because this was a prayer shawl, I was concentrating on other things while knitting, and not the pattern.  I decided to leave the error rather than rip it out...because as my good friend Judy  pointed out..."It is a prayer shawl, and like life, it can be imperfect...and the imperfection does not make it less beautiful or useful."

The temperature around the riverrim has been warm.  Yesterday, the high was 70 degrees!  What little snow that was left is gone now and resulted in a dense fog overnight and into the early morning hours.  The sun has been burning it off, and when I look at the overall landscape, I can see a flush of green and yellow rising into the branches of certain trees...like the willows and birch.  I think the sap has started to rise, however, when I cut some grape vine to root, it did not drip.

I was busy in the garden yesterday, and spent a few hours in the rhubarb and asparagus beds.  There was an abundance of acorns to be cleaned out.  I use some weed block fabric in the asparagus bed, so it needed to be rolled up and cleaned off.  As I was working, I heard the eastern phoebe arrive!  I also saw my first moth.  I made a mental note to chart these events on my calendar.

 

When I noticed how jammed my calendar was getting...I decided that I needed a way to condense all my records.  I have been charting events around here for at least 10 if not 12 years.  I chart the arrival of birds, insects, flora and fauna, bear etc.  Even things like when they come to stock the river with trout...I log all of it, and need some sort of program to average out these numbers!  I found a 30 day free trial of phenology charts that I downloaded

but darned if I can figure how to save my data!   If anyone out there knows of a better way, please contact me.
(you can find the email address on my sidebar)

"e" is for....

Each day, I collect, wash and pack eggs.  And daily, I admire the simple, yet complex beauty of them.  Over time, I have come to know which egg is laid by which hen.  There are subtle changes that happen... day in and day out...size, color, shade, texture and overall shape...none of which detracts...but only adds to my fascination. Have you ever seen a wind egg?  Wind eggs happen when the young hen or pullet lays a small egg without a yolk.

And so, it is not hard for me to understand why the simple loveliness of the egg has been symbolic to many different  cultures, customs and belief systems through out time.

 

When I was a kid, my father practiced a custom he called "picking eggs"...something he told us he used to do as a kid.  He would call out, "Who has an egg?"  This would be a challenge that would send my siblings and I running to our Easter baskets to select an egg we thought would be worthy of the game...which basically involved holding your egg firmly while the opponent would tap it without breaking his own.  We would pick eggs with the entire family, and out of all the eggs - would emerge one champion egg.  Sometimes that egg would bear the battle scars of a cracked butt or tip..but it was a champion egg nonetheless.  When I was 16, my father gave me this egg (shown below) in my Easter basket.

It has become one of my treasures, and brings back fond memories of "picking eggs" when I look at it.

"e" is also for experiment...something I did yesterday with the yarn that I spun from the silk hankie....by stringing some beads on it and then plying it with some thick and thin spun wool that I dropped into the dye pot with a little kool-aid sprinkled on top!  As it stands by itself, I like it...yarn for yarns sake.  But I am not quite sure what to do with it.  The experiment only produced 68 yards.  Guess, I will have to experiment some more....

festiva

Shadeyside Farm....Dyed Tussah Top...."Festiva"....2 ounces...double ply....

time flies when you are having fun.....yum!

making comparisons

Well, its the time of year again, where they flock together to strut their stuff, showing off their colors and trying to impress members of the opposite sex with their swagger and extravagance.  Their posture and pose is an elaborate dance that they love to perform.  They show themselves off, begging for attention from their onlookers.

 

No, I am not referring to the parade of stars on the red carpet for the Academy Awards ceremony from Hollywood...I am talking about the parade of turkeys in my backyard.  The spring gobblers are strutting their stuff, and it is much harder to photograph them- than celebrities that strike a pose! 

I had to sneak up on these tom's late yesterday afternoon.  Turkey's have fantastic eyesight, so you really have to try to hide and remain motionless if they see you.  The turkeys were gobbling and displaying and going through the rituals of breeding.

I did not want to get too close...I felt as if I were an intruder and did not want to disrupt them in any way.   I counted 26 turkeys all together, but noticed only 2 toms that were fanning.

When people hunt during spring gobbler season, they can use a turkey call like the one pictured below called the "Sweet Talker".  The hunter tries to imitate the sound of hen yelp ...and attract a gobbler who is looking for romance.  Next time I go out to watch the turkeys, I will take the turkey call, and see if I can get one to come closer.

Before I went in, I noticed the moon..

It is because of the moon that I have postponed planting the broccoli.  A glance at the chart tells me that the moon will be favorable for planting broccoli between the 7 and 14 of March...and then again from the 29 to the 31st.  I can wait a few more days.

some answers

A few questions came my way in the last couple of days, and I thought I would answer them all in one post.  The first two are dealing with finished shawl from the previous entry.  The third one deals with roosters.

Stacy from cledryyarner asked:  Is that a yarnshifter you're using to make it?

 

My loom is not a yarn shifter, although I have heard of them and have seen them on a website.

I believe they (yarnshifters) are somewhat similar to the triloom or triangle loom, which is the loom design that I have used to make my shawls.  I have several looms that we constructed by hand...but there are a few people who market the triangle looms.  I learned how to make my loom a few years ago, when I had joined a yahoo group.  There are a nice bunch of people in the group, and the photos of some of the shawls are very inspiring.

 

Terry of pygora blog asked: Do you full your yarn once it's spun, but before you weave or knit with it?

 

I normally just set the twist after spinning yarn, but sometimes I will experiment with different methods if I am trying to achieve a particular design.  When I spin Angora, it usually goes through a process all its own to produce a nice "bloom".  But in the case of this Border Leicester wool, that I had spun from the locks, I had simply set the twist with a soak in warm soapy water...and let dry (without weight or blocking).  The thing that was so interesting, and something to make note of, was that in the fulling process of the shawl, the plied and set yarn returned to it curly lock texture.

 

I normally will full a shawl to a point where I like it.  To do this, I fill a basin with warm soapy water, and immerse the finished shawl into it.  I gently rub it around by hand, occasionally checking to see how much the weave is changing (getting tighter).  When I have accomplished the look that I am going for, I will rinse and dry the shawl.  With the BL shawl...the regular fulling was not happening fast enough for me, and I decided to shock the fiber a bit by dunking it into a basin of cold water.  I think it was this shocking process that caused the yarn to result in the boucle' look.  I should mention that when a fulled item is finished, you must always then wash it in the fashion that you normally would to prevent further shrinkage.  If you were to continue with agitating and shocking the fibers, they would (sometimes depending on the fiber) continue to full...or even felt!

 

Now...moving on to the question about the roosters... 

Gina of raisingfrolic asked:  Do you keep the Roosters separated from the hens some of the time??  How much space do they all have to roam around in?  

I keep my roosters with my hens all the time.  I have 3 roosters and twelve hens.  Two of the roosters are Aracuna, and one of them is a Black Cochin.  The Black Cochin is named Buddy, and that (above) is a picture of him with his mate Honey.  These are very gentle birds, and they stay together most all of the time.  The other two roosters are years apart with the young one just becoming a cockerel...so they pretty much have established who is in charge and get along well with each other.  As for the space they have to roam...they are pretty much free range.  We only fence them in if we are going away, and the rest of the time, I let them out daily in the early morning, and they return to the coop by dusk, when we go out and lock the doors.  When they come out to range, they tend to break off into little groups...with each rooster escorting several hens.  They have worked out a definite pecking order about who "belongs" to whom....and I find it fascinating that the breeds seem to select "their own kind" to stay with.

The first days of March have dropped 6 inches of snow on us...I have dug a path to the greenhouse to get supplies for my starts.  On your mark -  get set-  GROW!  I started broccoli and lettuce because I only have 8 weeks before they need to be set out!

texture

The river was snowing on the rim this morning...so I tried to take a close up shot of the crystals on a black surface...

 

It has been below freezing around here lately, but it was a beautiful morning with crisp blue sky...and I noticed the river has been freezing up along the rim.

I stand next to the water, watching it flow past.  The cold snap has been making the water freeze around the rocks near the shoreline...you can see the channels of fast water that are starting to form.

The day is early and I am aware of the few sounds around me.  I hear a cardinal and the occasional crowing of my roosters coming from the hen house.  Other than that, it is quite still, and I notice that the ice flowing by is gently scraping against the ice on the shoreline...it makes a soft brushing sound.

 

Staring at the ice flow, I am mesmerized by the constant motion, and it suggests to me the same rhythms of the movement of fibers, flowing through my hands while spinning at the wheel.

I am becoming very aware of texture, and realize that in these late days of winter - with all of the gray colors...that texture is easier to see than in springtime when all the color dominates the landscape.  It is a great time of year to take notice of the texture and its beauty..seen here on the bark of this river birch.

Realizing how cold it really is, and that I didn't "layer up"...I climb the hill back to the house.
I have finished the 2/2 twill, and notice how gray that is too!

Funny thing about this piece, all the crimp and curl of the Border Leicester locks returned to the yarn after I completed the fulling process.  It gives the finished piece a texture all its own that was not visible while it was on the loom.

It almost looks like it was done with a boucle yarn...so...I am happy with the outcome, but it was a surprise, and not something I planned on happening.  I was thinking the 2/2 twill would be more pronounced...but I guess the texture is ok...

how to spin a silk hankie

Dawn, from Not all those who wander are lost, has asked for an explanation of a silk bell or silk hankie. A silk hankie is made from a cocoon that has been stretched over a bamboo frame. It is made up of several layers, with each layer being made up of one cocoon. This hankie has be dyed already, so all I have to do is separate the layers. I needed to prepare (exfoliate) my hands first because the thin layers of silk threads will stick to your hands if they are not, well....as smooth as silk. I read about a mixture of sugar and olive oil to rub into your hands first. It worked quite well. The next step is to push your fingers through the center of the thin hankie... then you keep pulling (in an outward fashion) until you get a big circle...this is a method of pre-drafting the silk...and you can continue doing this until you have the desired thickness/ or thin-ness required for your project. There are some people who go ahead and knit or crochet with the silk as it is in this stage..but I wanted to spin it first. My single hankie did not spin very much in the way of yardage. I spun a thin single, which I plan to string some beads on, and then perhaps ply it with something else. I really just enjoyed the process of this type of spinning/drafting. It was different than anything else I have done with silk to date. The colors and the shine and the tiny thin threads all sparkling, were a delight for my eyes to gaze upon (at the end of Feb. with the dull gray and white frosted landscape outside my window). I should have brought several hankies.

spinning A silk hankie

Why, oh why did I only buy one of these??  I thought I would spin "just one"...just to learn how to do it...I didn't know I would fall in love.

pinecones

This morning while doing chores, I got to witness one of life's little miracles when I entered the hen house at the exact moment that my hen was dropping an egg.  Hens have to stand up just before they "lay" their eggs.  So my hen was standing up and depositing her egg in a position where I was the very first living creature to see it.  I saw it before the hen did! 

 

Want to see it?

It was still warm, even through my gloved hand.  What a world,eh?  One minute I am the only pair of eyes to see it, next minute people half way around the world view the same thing...  notice all the pinecones on the ground....

Pinecone harvest

Pinecones are everywhere since the last big wind.  (That is, the wind that took out a portion of fence around the garden).  I figure there is a pinecone every 10 inches.  I am tired of stepping on them and feeling them crunch under my feet.

 

What to do with all the pinecones...I recall my neighbor telling me that her great-grandfather would collect them and sell them down in NYC to the florist...and then pay the taxes on his land with the money from the pinecones.  Maybe...in a perfect world... 

The smaller ones come from the hemlock...the large ones are from the spruce and white pine.

A pair of gloves came to visit me.  I knit them from some of my early handspun, back in 2002.  The pattern was the sideways gloves from the cover of the winter Spin-off.  I had given them to my brother, and like so many things forgotten I had made them.  I was delighted when they came back for a few small repairs.  The yarn was thin in places, and was not wearing well, so I darned those troubled spots first.  Then, because he mentioned he was used to a cuff, I added one in a contrasting yarn....well.... I didn't have any of the original yarn leftover.
(It was a Wensleydale top roving that went by the name of ocean mist...but I could not even remember where I had originally purchased it.)  He seemed to like the alteration very much.

Oh, and he tried the earflap hat on, and went home with that too.  He didn't take off, even while he was inside, but tied the flaps up on top of his head. Guess he liked it.