Tuesday, February 09, 2016

Tuneful Tuesday

Sharing a little fiddle tune from Brian's lesson yesterday. (He played a beautiful hymn based on a Finnish folk melody in church on Sabbath that I wanted to get on video, but the hymnbook wouldn't stay open and I had to jump up to hold it for him.) :-/

While Nero fiddled, I finished father cables:
It still needs a bath and a block, then into the gift stash it goes.

That's all for today from . . .

Monday, February 08, 2016

Live from Studio C

(That would be my husband's clinic; I'm here covering for his sick secretary.)
Thank-you for joining us here for The Boulderneigh Show. ;-) Today's post features birds, blooms, and baffling sheep.

Elvira the rescued Black Sexlink has been making herself comfortable in the nesting boxes lately, although she has yet to deposit an egg. It would be nice if she started paying some room and board, the freeloader.

Last weekend I noticed flickers on both the birdhouses on the east side of our house, so I snapped some photos through my (dirty) bedroom window. Surely they don't think their nest would fit in one of those boxes . . . but better they explore those options than drumming on my house!

Inside, my orchid continues to dazzle. The longevity of these blooms adds to their considerable charms.

Outside, the daphne odora has enough open flowers to perfume the air at the SW corner of the house.

There are insects buzzing around outside; our weather has turned unseasonably warm. Local meteorologists say we could break some records this week; not a good thing this early in the year. We need that snow on the mountains to stay on the mountains for awhile!
Maybe the unusually warm temps are the cause for some unusual behavior among my sheep. Yesterday when I finished riding Lance, I noticed the boys bouncing around their lot. At first I thought, "How cute! Look at them gamboling like lambs!" Then I realized that it wasn't play at all. Blake seemed to have it in for Bittersweet, and was chasing him relentlessly. Bing was also running; I don't know if Blake had targeted him as well, or if he was just frightened by the chase. Then last night while visiting the girls, I noticed Blaise acting oddly interested in the region of Vienna's udder. Vienna was not happy with this interest and made her displeasure clear, but that didn't dissuade Blaise's repeated nosing. She almost acted like a lamb that didn't want to be weaned . . . but Vienna is not her dam and she never acted like that around her own mother. Strange.

That's it for now from . . .

Friday, February 05, 2016

Some of my best friends are blogpals

No one can take to place of friends with whom you have a long, personal, in-person history, but blogpals can certainly become that kind of friend. And you get a head start with blogpals, because common interests almost always bring you together in the first place.

This week one of my blogpals suffered the unexpected and devastating loss of a treasured flock member. Not everyone can relate to that sentence; I can. Not only can I relate, I had the privilege of meeting this blogpal and this treasured flock member in person. (Wow, Sara, it's been over six years; when Brian was just a "lamb," not an obnoxious yearling ram – ha!)

Another blogger that I truly admire, although I can't take the liberty of calling her a pal, did a post this week that resonates with me. I belong to the closely related Sunrise Club; here are my dues from this morning:

Thankful for blogs, blogging, and blogpals at . . .

Wednesday, February 03, 2016

Warm, woolly Wednesday

(I planned this post last night, knowing I'd have limited time today. But this morning's sunrise demanded to be included!)

I've been working on my Father Cables hat; really love this pattern, even though my fuzzy homespun doesn't show off the cables as well as some some yarns would.

Now about that sunrise. It was like a glowing bed of coals in the east . . . that both my iPhone and my camera struggled to capture. I don't know why; usually both tools are quite capable. I finally got a few shots that give some idea of the glorious start to this day.

It's raining now at . . .