tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-321263752011-04-21T11:54:30.209-07:00shepherdladyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17607952587037894595noreply@blogger.comBlogger21100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32126375.post-7048065382071574052009-04-16T17:30:00.000-07:002009-04-17T05:12:09.089-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uTpg5kFg_00/SefN7VTRU1I/AAAAAAAAABE/beV-Mlnserk/s1600-h/Photo+++2a.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325451503602848594" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 156px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uTpg5kFg_00/SefN7VTRU1I/AAAAAAAAABE/beV-Mlnserk/s200/Photo+++2a.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uTpg5kFg_00/SefN2ng3Z1I/AAAAAAAAAA8/I3g62tNDucg/s1600-h/Photo+++9a.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325451422592362322" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 192px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uTpg5kFg_00/SefN2ng3Z1I/AAAAAAAAAA8/I3g62tNDucg/s200/Photo+++9a.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Since April is the month the Easter Bunny comes, I thought I'd write about my rabbit, Charlotte. She came to us last summer as unexpected as a sun shower. </div><div></div><div>The moment I laid eyes on her I was instantly smitten. Besides being beautiful, she is unique. Long tan ears with tan round rings around each brown eye, and a honey stripe down her back, and a butterfly on her nose makes her striking.</div><div></div><div>She is a Beatrice Potter bunny ready made to sit down and have tea with me. Even her name - Charlotte - is perfect. Everyday she never fails to enchant me when I walk past her hutch. Feeding and caring for her is like taking a mild sedative always lifting my spirits. </div><div></div><div>I don't know why this bunny has capture my heart. I don't even remember having a particular attraction to rabbits, but for some unexplainable reason I love this one - <strong>Charlotte</strong>.<br /></div><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32126375-704806538207157405?l=beeandsheep.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>shepherdladyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17607952587037894595noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32126375.post-55811268339758354202009-03-25T13:05:00.000-07:002009-03-27T12:49:41.821-07:00<a href="http://www.blogger.com/upton4-h.blogspot.com"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317230478418739010" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 172px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 153px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uTpg5kFg_00/ScqY8r8Hf0I/AAAAAAAAAAk/JO5SE9EmOGk/s200/new+lamb.jpg" border="0" /></a> I finished <span style="font-family:times new roman;">lambing early this year. My last lambs were born the second week</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">of March. </span><span style="font-family:times new roman;">I have eight</span><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"> ram lambs and two ewe lambs. Not a bad year considering</span><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">I wasn't going to lamb.</span><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"> O</span><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">ur last year ram lambs were not</span><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">separated in time and seven of my </span><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">ewe's got pregnant.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">I was totally not prepared for the lambing. A couple of ewe's had their lambs</span><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">in the field because </span><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">I was not sure when they were due. I awoke one very</span><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">cold morning to find ewe and lamb greeting </span><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">me at the barn door.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">Another </span><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">cold, wet, morning I saw a little black lamb standing with mom not able</span><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">to make it back to the barn. I ran out, grabbed the chilled lamb, brought him </span><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">back to the barn and started warming him with a hairdyer. I didn't think he'd</span><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">make it, but as I was leaving the barn he got up went over to Mom and </span><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">started drinking her milk. Small miracles happen everyday. I was thankful<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uTpg5kFg_00/ScqSLqiroLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-IQ-9cz4Vqk/s1600-h/three+skeins+dyed.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317223039160262834" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 221px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 109px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uTpg5kFg_00/ScqSLqiroLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-IQ-9cz4Vqk/s320/three+skeins+dyed.jpg" border="0" /></a></span><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">this little guy would make it.</span><br /><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">Inside the house, I've been experimenting with dying my handspun yarn</span></div><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">with Gaywool dyes in the microwave. So far, I've been happy with the results. </span><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">The skeins have come out beautiful and unique. It's a very different look </span><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">then dying the roving.</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="left"><br /><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32126375-5581126833975835420?l=beeandsheep.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>shepherdladyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17607952587037894595noreply@blogger.com0