almost a prickle

There are now two porcupines in my hemlock tree (resulting in five pictures in this post). If a third porcupine joins them, there will be a prickle of porcupines. If I had more time, I would study them for hours.

They are spending both day and night in the tree. They chew the branches and litter the ground with the bits and pieces that they drop.

They are the second biggest rodent living around the riverrim, the beaver is the biggest.

I don't know if they are male or female, they look alike to me,and I'm not getting any closer to check private areas.

They sometimes make little sucking noises, or crying sounds. They are very shy. If you look at their cute button eyes, they seem as if they are kind innocent little creatures....unless, of course, you ask them to smile pretty for the camera....

did you know that porcupines have orange teeth?

interview with a shepherdess

Last Friday it was very cold for our spinners group to meet at the library. We spin downstairs in the finished basement but it can get a little cold when the temps dip below zero. So, Grace Hatton invited us over to her farm where she raises Finnsheep and her husband Fred restores antique spinning wheels. I always enjoy a trip over to their farm.

During my visit, Grace agreed to do a short interview on my blog to share her experience of raising Finnsheep. And she kindly provided me with some photographs to go with the post!

cyndy: Hi Grace! You and I have talked recently about your wonderful Finnlandrace Sheep. You mentioned to me that the breed is in danger of dying out (here in the USA) and certainly losing genetic diversity. How many are in the country at the present time?

Grace: There were only about 340 registered in 2008.

cyndy: Can't you just import some if they go extinct in this country?

Grace: No. There are import restrictions.

cyndy: Oh my, I didn't realize that! How long have you been raising Finnsheep, and why did you choose that breed?

Grace: We have raised registered Finnsheep since 1986. We could not afford to have animals that could not pay their way so the idea that Finnsheep would have litters of lambs was very appealing.

cyndy: Would you speak a little bit about their background?

Grace: They were developed over hundreds of years ago in Finland which is near the Arctic Circle. Winters are very long. It was not practical to keep large numbers of ewes in barns over the winter, but still plenty of lambs were welcome to graze the forages that grew rapidly under the "midnight sun. Some shepherds bred their ewes to lambs twice in one year.

cyndy: I've heard you say that Finnsheep are easy to care for and fun to keep. Why do you think they have such a good temperament?

Grace: Unlike Shetland and Icelandic sheep (their relatives) that were wintered out of doors because there were no predators on Shetland or in Iceland, Finnsheep always lived close to humans. This probably accounts for their gentleness and docility. We have a similar situation here in terms of climate and predation to Finland. Black bears kill our sheep. Bald eagles and coyotes are around, but have not been a problem. yet.

cyndy: I've heard that Finnsheep have a reputation for having more than one lamb at a time. What is the record number of lambs born to one ewe?

Grace: Finnsheep usually have no trouble giving birth because their lambs are smaller since there are many of them. Triplets and quads are the norm, but the record in Finland is nine live lambs. I know of two instances of septuplets in the USA and a rumor of octuplets.

cyndy: I know that lambing time is very busy for you. What is the record at your farm, in terms of lambs from a single ewe?

Grace: The most we have ever had was quintuplets. One of our ewes had quints in the spring and quints again that same year in the fall.

cyndy: Wow, that seems like a lot of lambs for one mother to care for. Do you ever have to help a ewe take care of her young?

Grace: Obviously a ewe cannot take care of more than three lambs all by herself. The easiest system for us it to help out by providing extra bottles of lamb milk replacer to large litters. The lambs are normally weaned by six weeks old so it is not a chore of long duration.

cyndy: I have purchased some of the wool from your sheep, and I just love working with it. Would you tell my readers more about it?

Grace: Finn wool is wonderful to work with. It is known for its luster and silky hand. The American Wool Council ranks it in the fine end of the medium wool category. Finn wool does not have a lot of lanolin in it so the yield is good with around 30% lost in washing compared to nearly 50% in some breeds. While Finnsheep do not have heavy fleeces, they are often shorn twice a year. Summer fleeces are not likely to have wool breaks due to nutritional stress and far fewer bits of hay since the ewes are out on pasture. Our flock usually has about a 3 - 4" staple.

cyndy: I notice that some of your sheep are black and some are white, and sometimes they have both black and white on one sheep. Are there any other natural colors of Finnsheep Fleece?

Grace: In recent years Finnsheep breeders have explored the potential for natural colors in their flocks. Importation of moorit or red-brown Finnsheep genetics and the discovery of three types of spotting:

1.. white markings on head and feet 2.. Dalmatian spots 3.. Holstein spots
There are also several types of grey fleeces. One is a graying that happens as black sheep get older, usually evident by age two. Another type called "shaela" by Shetland breeders involves a black lamb whose fleece turns grey abruptly and there is an actual line in the staple. Still another fascinating color is badger face. A badger face has silver fleece and a black belly and black markings over its eyes.

cyndy: What would you say to someone who might be interested in raising Finnsheep?

Grace: Finnsheep are smaller than Dorsets or Suffolk sheep which makes them easier to handle for a woman. The are not flighty. The do not have horns and have naturally short tails that do not need to be docked.

Thanks Grace! You certainly have a beautiful flock of Finnsheep, and I appreciate you taking the time to answer my questions. For more information on Finnsheep you can contact Grace through her blog at Antique-Spinning-Wheels.blogspot.com or finnsheep.org

deal with it

As a fiber-artist, I collect and store materials for future projects. All kinds of materials. This does not seem like strange or unusual behaviour to me...it is just a necessary part of the process...bits and pieces of a project being stored up in some stage of processing until it becomes a finished object. So what if there are numerous baskets of fleece strewn about the living room? I'm working! It only seems strange when someone who does not know me very well, steps into my house and has a look around. Usually, they don't say anything, but the look on their faces reveals that they are probably thinking I'm a little bit weird. Sometimes they even ask questions...like the other day when someone asked me,"Why do you have weeds hanging on your wall?" They were referring to this...

my flax stash.

Poor unsuspecting person, how would they know, that by asking this question, they would prompt me to launch into an enthusiastic explanation about the wonders of growing, processing and spinning your own flax into linen? I invite them to step a little closer and notice the difference between the color and the texture when comparing dew retting with water retting...

I explain about the before and after effects that retting has on my flax maiden...

.....their eyes begin to glaze over when I start to explain how the Dutch, or the Irish or the French would ret their flax - and I realize that I have now given them too much information in response to their innocent question. They really aren't that interested...and they still think I'm a little weird.

I have little bundles of flax about the house..in different stages of production....hanging on the back of the door, are these bundles of flax that are still drying...

... waiting for the retting process. That is one of the beautiful things about flax, it can be stored in different stages of processing and it will not damage the finished product. And you don't have to worry about moths either.

Those who live with me are tolerant of the things that pile up, and I am grateful for that. They no longer blink an eye when large baskets of fleece from an animal weighing close to two hundred pounds- suddenly appears in the living room, or bundles of dried flax are discovered hanging behind a door. They understand that what I am doing is hard work because I constantly tell them so.

I should be more tolerant of their things that pile up, but I fail to see the purpose of dirty sweat socks and electronic accessories and numerous guitars accumulating to the point where there is no longer a place to sit down in ones own room.

It is hard to be tolerant when it is the middle of January...and the temps outside are at near or below zero. These conditions are stressful...and they create what is known as Cabin fever...it is a real thing. I know. I live in a Cabin. Wikipedia defines it as " an idiomatic term for a claustrophobic reaction that takes place when a person or group is isolated and/or shut in, for an extended period. Symptoms include restlessness, irritability, forgetfulness, laughter, and excessive sleeping."

The best way to deal with it is to go outside--get out of the cabin for awhile...and take a walk!

Burrrrrrrrrh!

Think I'll go back inside and sit by the coal stove and spin flax. Maybe I can make a dent in my stash..

can't get it out of my head

It is January, icy and snowy outside. The morning sun (when it shines) is like nourishment. I rise when it is still dark and enjoy my coffee with my spindle when the sun comes streaming in the windows. It is a delightful 10 minutes.

My eyes enjoy the way the spindle dances in the sunlight. My hands work quickly..long draw flows from my fingertips.

Later in the day, after the clouds have returned and chores like snow and ice removal must be accomplished, I see something written in the ice...and think of something else I'd rather be doing.

Do you see it too?

walk with me wed, an icy rock day

We are in the middle of a storm that is making it look like a glass forest outside my door.

Nature in ethereal beauty.

Better wear extra gear on your feet if you plan to try and shovel, or scrape your way anywhere. Keep the ice melt nearby. It is an icy rock day.

I don't mean this kind...

...although there are some who may think I do...

..today is a different kind of rock day...as in 'I spinne upon a rock' day.

or St. Distaff's Day!

My small offerings for the occasion....

It was a good day to sit near the fire and spin flax into linen. Happy Roc Day!!

a restoration of color

This is an old scarf...one that I knit from yarn that I purchased a long time ago. We won't focus on exactly how many years ago that was. The yarn came from Italy. It was handspun, handpainted...it knit up quickly on size 15 needles in garter stitch. I call it my January scarf, because I often wear it in January when I NEED color around me.

Whenever I wear this scarf, it gets comments and compliments. It's because of the wool, and the colors...The stitches and the pattern aren't anything special.

The other day it occurred to me that I couldn't recall the last time I washed it. Oh my. We won't focus on what two things that may imply about me.

The decision to wash the scarf became analytical. Aspects of the scarfs past became important. Would a good washing destroy it, Weaken the integrity of the wool? or worse destroy or disintegrate the dye? Maybe I could just wash it a little bit and lessen the risk. Maybe I shouldn't wash it at all? It had taken years to acquire the "patina"...perhaps I was acting on aesthetic impulse...and the idea that cleanliness is desirable...old and dirty compared to clean and new.

Finally, it was decided that it deserved a good soak in a warm bath. The results were amazing to my eyes, but I don't know if the camera captures it.

Like the ceiling frescoes of the Sistine Chapel, the colors popped. Accretions of time and dust removed- original tonalities revealed. I can't decide if I like it as much.

But at least there is a little bit more color in my world now.

nikke

Yesterday morning I reached into my basket of Shetland samples (from Cathy) and pulled out a handful that was marked Nikke from Shelley. I selected a few locks for inspection. Lovely crimp! Stretchy and bouncy wool! Wonderful memory! Soft salt and peppery tones with a touch of undercoat that appears like a cotton ball at the butt end of the lock.

Reaching for my combs, the locks fall into place. I spritz with a bottle of watered down creme rinse to tame the static. Then I diz. I love to diz. It feels like drafting backwards.

In the afternoon, I took my fiber over to Grace's Farm to spin for a bit. I was finished in no time at all.

This morning I put the bobbin on the kate, and plied. 42 yards. Another sample is finished.

for auld lang syne, for 2009

And surely you’ll take your pint cup!
And surely I’ll take mine!
And we'll take a cup o’ kindness yet,
for auld lang syne.
Happy New Year!!

erethizon dorsatum - porcupine

There are two large hemlock trees next to the garden. The porcupine like to visit these trees in winter, to eat and rest in them. I sometimes meet them in the path, at twilight, on my way to lock up the hens. I often see the branches of the hemlock that fall to the ground when they are eating. The whitetail like to clean up what the porcupine drop. I think the porcupine is kind to think of his friends. I imagine the porcupine intentionally snipping off branches to share with the whitetail.

Gaag- from the Moozwaanowe group--designated to the duties of hunting...gathering..and scouting....

Trust innocence and companionship are words that have been associated with porcupine.

We met briefly under the fallen pine.

And I found these words to be true.

seasons greetings

With faithful leaves unchanging.....

....Not only green in summer's heat...

...but also winters snow & sleet....

...your leaves will teach me also....

...that hope and love and faithfulness
are precious things I can possess...
Earnst Anschutz

solstice

This morning, outside my front door, I am reminded that the winter solstice arrives tomorrow. Just in time. Shed a little light....

miles to go

I'm glad someone around here can sleep. There is so much to be done, that even when I finally put my head to a pillow, my mind is checking over items left on the to do list. I always have trouble sleeping at this time of year, and yet the urge to go and hibernate under a cozy blanket is quite strong. Is it barometric pressure, or just plain pressure that causes me to feel like this?

Maybe it's just the weather report:

A WINTER WEATHER ADVISORY REMAINS IN EFFECT FROM 7 PM THIS EVENING TO 1 PM EST WEDNESDAY. SNOW WILL OVERSPREAD THE REGION EARLY THIS EVENING...BETWEEN 5 AND 8 PM. SNOW...MODERATE AT TIMES...WILL CONTINUE FOR A TIME TONIGHT...BEFORE MIXING WITH AND CHANGING TO SLEET AND FREEZING RAIN BY AROUND OR SHORTLY AFTER MIDNIGHT. THE WINTERY MIX WILL GRADUALLY CHANGE TO RAIN EARLY WEDNESDAY MORNING...ESPECIALLY IN VALLEY LOCATIONS... BEFORE TAPERING TO SOME PATCHY DRIZZLE LATER IN THE MORNING. STORM TOTAL SNOW AND SLEET ACCUMULATIONS OF 1 TO 4 INCHES ARE EXPECTED...ALONG WITH UP TO ONE-TENTH OF AN INCH OF GLAZE.

frozen moments

Many times, when I am observing the river- I think of what Davinci said, "The water you touch in a river is the last of that which has passed, and the first of that which is coming. Thus it is with time present."

Staring at the water, I study the contrast between water in its frozen state, and water in its liquid state. The frozen water accumulates in little lines...time lines...moments where the flowing water stops and freezes...frozen in time. Visible moments.

There are other moments that are frozen in time. Visible moments. I look at the stitches on my needles. They represent the hours, minutes, and seconds of time captured in thread.

Are my thoughts focusing on time because the end of the calendar year is approaching? Probably. There are deadlines to meet.

putting the top down in winter

After spinning grey laceweight alpaca for weeks, a gal needs a break. Not that I mind working with luscious alpaca mind you...it's just that from time to time a spinner has to put the top down, step on the gas, and let 'er rip.

I had a little bag of stash that I purchased at Rhinebeck for just such an occasion. Curly Wool Locks from Lisa Ann Merian at Spinners Hill. She really had some lovely colors to choose--selection by handful out of large baskets--I couldn't resist. The breed is Border Leicester- Finn Cross.

Prepped the locks with combs, dizzed them off...spun singles with abandon on the Traddy. It was a treat for my index finger and thumb to feel the slubs fly by! And the rich tones of color were a delight to my eyes.

My eyes are not yet accustomed to the lack of color in my world. After all that color that was in the garden all summer and the intense brilliancy of the autumn leaves....the landscape is now dull, and sunlight is diminishing daily. The curly, colorful locks were the remedy for the soul.

Color in the workbasket can be so soothing, especially with a little sun shining on it.

walk with me, its wednesday

Better bring your orange. It is hunting season, so the woods belong to others today.

I walk the road. I walk the road often in winter, but mostly after the snow falls and walking the wood trails becomes cumbersome.

Today it is still mild. I pass my neighbor's place and notice the garden. The garden is turned over and ready for winter, but there is no winter rye. Funny how gardeners have different methods. My garden does not look this neat and perfect, I think to myself. Maybe I like to leave some work to do on those nice days during the January thaw.

Across the street the Pee Gees are brown.

Continuing down the road I come to the other neighbor's property....

I notice the brand new signs that have been tacked up. They won't last long...there are those who pull them down. And soon new ones will be up again. This has been going on for years. I think the new signs are up because of the hunting season.

Around here people are usually casual about property. We usually mark boundaries by stone walls or big trees. Deeds make for interesting reading.

On down the road, I notice something I have never noticed before, ever. I have been walking this road for many years ...but what I saw has evidently been here longer than that. I wonder how I could have walked passed it for so long and never looked at it.

Had I seen this before --I know I would have looked at it each time I passed....and from now on I will. Inosculation is about to happen.