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Sugar High

Yesterday we hosted our annual Cookie Exchange – today we all have food hangovers.  Which we are treating by eating mostly cookies.

I didn’t manage to take many pictures – too busy having fun with friends, you know – but Paul got some with his phone.

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Oona had to be held back from eating the cookies I made for the party.

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I think I was telling them about the mole Orzo had dug up during the party.  I had run out there after people were telling me they saw him playing with something (I was afraid that despite the colder temps it might be a snake) and found him grabbing at a very fat mole.  My first instinct was to grab it and chuck it outside the field, but then Orzo grabbed it in his mouth and flung it – right into my face.  It shrieked and I was caught off guard.  So I held Orzo back while it burrowed away.

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Emily took advantage of our internet – it has not been working properly at Juniper Moon Farm.

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I love this picture of Keith and daughter Katie.

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Everyone wore their poinsettia pins we made for them!

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Even blurry, Jessie looks great.  I tell ya.

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You can focus on it being a terribly unflattering picture, or you can focus on the fact that I finished my dress in time to wear it for the party.

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Good lord my friend Theresa makes cute babies.  I just wanted to grab little Teddy here and snuggle him all day.

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A rare picture of Emily in the wild.  She has decided the only pictures of her that she will allow are during JMF photoshoots.  You know, when you’ve had a personal stylist and professional photographer working with you, I guess it would be hard to go back to “normal” pictures.  Or she is just pulling the “surly teenager” card.

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Maddie and Gully spent plenty of quality relaxing time after the party.

We were worn out from all that fun! And food! (And just maybe the wine and the delicious  hard cider that Theresa brought).

 

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This Morning in Pictures

There’s nothing like a fresh hay delivery on a chilly (ish) December morning.

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Jerry wins by towering over everyone else, eating directly from the top.

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Or from his own special spot, where he’s opened a bit of the netting to get to the scrumptious hay.

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I hope your day makes you happy as a sheep with new hay!

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Livestock Misconceptions

My kids and my husband recently visited his family for Thanksgiving while I stayed behind to care for my animals and for the animals at Juniper Moon Farm while Susan and Emily were with family.  Don’t worry!  I had a lovely and relaxing dinner with my parents, who live nearby.

What is interesting about this set-up is that it was left to Paul to tell everyone all about our new animals and small farm.

Y’all, the animals and farming are aaaalllllll me.  Paul doesn’t know a whole lot about the animals or their care.  He just knows I love it and supports me however he can.

So it slipped past him (but not my kid) when a certain family member remarked that sheep are “stinky and gross”.

Now.

Really?

I would like to know how someone who has spent their entire life in cities would know anything about this.  My guess is that what she knows comes from factory farms and misinformation.  My other guess is that because this is the same family member who has done nothing but snub and insult me since marrying into the family that she was just being snarky.

Either way,  I am going to clear this up, right now.

Sheep are NOT stinky and gross.

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Sheep are sweet, friendly creatures that are happiest lounging in the grass, chewing on some hay, enjoying each other’s company. They will nuzzle you and follow you around the pasture if they know you.

Since all they eat is vegetable – based, their waste is pretty compact and odorless.  It makes fantastic compost.

You want stinky sheep?  You’d have to have them overcrowded in a muddy lot or barn with no fresh grasses or hay and not a lot of fresh air.  And even then, it’s the accumulation of their waste products that is stinky, not the sheep itself.  A healthy sheep (or any livestock) operation has none of the kinds of malodorous disasters that so many people seem to associate with  livestock these days. Trust me – we don’t want our animals in that kind of bad shape any more than you do!

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These kinds of misconceptions are harmful to us small farmers and hobbyists, because it is people with these beliefs that tend to want to live in the country but don’t want to be near any country animals.  In other words, subdivision dwellers who don’t like the small farm next door.  They are also the ones with the lobbying powers who push people like me out.

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This is also the reason why people can have as many dogs as they want – some the size of small horses, for goodness sake – but bring home a goat and people lose their minds.

Compared to dogs, most livestock are cleaner, quieter, and less prone to trouble.  When was the last time you heard of a pack of sheep roaming the neighborhood, tearing into your garbage?  And let me tell you – dog poo is far more foul than sheep’s and goats’.  Not only that, but can your dog provide you with fresh eggs, or milk or wool?  But for some reason, multiple dogs and cats roaming everywhere are okay.  I love my cats and dogs to the moon and back, but I understand they are not the only game in town pet – wise.

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The other side of this that is sad is that those same dogs are among the top predators of rural livestock.  And I don’t mean wild dogs (though they are a big threat, no doubt) – I am talking about peoples’ pets.  And because most people don’t understand that sheep can make just as lovely pets for a family as dogs, sympathy generally lies with a dog owner when tragedy strikes and someone’s roaming lab hurts some sheep.

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My point in all of this is that before you make an assumption, before you open your mouth or take action based on what you think you know: just double check.  It doesn’t hurt to be sure you are right before suggesting the rest of us follow along with you.

And one more thing: it’s the chickens that are the stinky ones.

Just sayin’.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Decking Our Halls

Even as we are busily preparing for the arrival of winter by composting and mulching over the garden beds and cleaning out chicken coops to place in fresh bedding (and a whole host of other things) we are also preparing for the arrival of winter’s greatest offering: Christmas.

I always liked the ancient idea that celebrating throughout December with feasts and friends – and plenty of gluhwein  (right Celeste???) and mead, I am sure –  was to enjoy the harvest and perishable items before they rotted and to fatten up their bodies and hearts for the long, lean, dark winter to come.  When we lived in upstate New York I could certainly empathize with such an idea.  The good times and goodies we amassed through the holidays got us through the rest of the cold grey winters, which often lasted through April (I clearly remember friends still skiing at that point – wearing shorts!).  Not that I disliked winter – far from it.  I still love the snow and wish we had more of it here in Virginia.

Though we have fairly warm winters here (generally our days remain well above freezing) it is still nice to use this time as an excuse to spend as much time with friends and family as possible (and bake up enough goodies to hopefully last long after).

So, we have put up our tree, hung our stockings, and placed evergreen branches generously throughout.  I even made a wreath for my new garden gate.

Even Alabama looks festive in his new jingle – bell collar:

Soon the cookie baking will begin, the parties will start, the house will be full of the sounds and smells of impending Christmas.

We can’t wait!

 

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Introductions

We’ve had many requests for more formal introductions to our new flock, so here you go!

Those of you who are regular readers of Susan’s blog will recognize everyone.  If you are not a regular reader of Susan’s blog…….why not???

Adelaide the  goat.

Adelaide with her mama, the infamous Milkshakes (yes, we are pretty sure Milkshakes is bred again.)

George, our friend Lisa’s Maremma.

Orzo, our Maremma (left) and George.

Wren.

Piper.

Fairfax.

Amelia.

Aaaaaaand our only boy (castrated though he be):

Alabama!!!

Last but not least, the real character around this place, Jerry:

Everyone is doing very well and adjusting nicely.  The dogs are still trying to learn their manners – they are only puppies after all – but otherwise it seems to have been a smooth transition.

And, rest assured -I know there are many Alabama fans out there – all of the fleeces from these sheep are still going back to Susan.  I have no desire to run any kind of a fiber – based business, and though I looooooooove working with fiber it makes little sense for my to try to send my few fleeces to a mill.
I am just thrilled to share my home with these beautiful animals and enjoy their antics.  I am lucky enough that  my couch,  dining room table and kitchen sink all have large windows that face the pasture, so as long as I am downstairs, I have a magnificent view.

Come have a cup of coffee or tea and knit with me sometime!

 

 

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The Best Kind of Homecoming

Y’all.

I can’t even talk right now, I am just so.  Well.

This is what we did today.  With the help of Emily the Shearer Extraordinaire, we packed up our livestock (and dogs) and brought them home.

At long last.

I have spent so long waiting for this. Worrying. Fretting. Wondering.  My anxiety in bringing them home was great – it has been so long since there have been big animals here, and I was nervous over the getting them here portion.

Now they are home, and I feel like that part of me that has been missing is back, too.

There is still a lot of cleanup work left to be done, and it will take some time for everyone to adjust to their new space.  Our guard dog, Orzo, has his brother George along with him to help him adjust (also to help train George for our good friend Lisa, who is very large with baby right now).

The only part missing from this moment is Susan Gibbs, who is In Texas right now being her very busy self.  I could not have gotten through these last few years without her, and I certainly could not have made all of this happen without her help, advice, sense of humor, and well, animals!  She’s always helped me keep my head on straight and brought me back down to earth when I’ve been overwhelmed by worry.  I owe her a lot that I will never be able to pay back.

I am still nervous for everyone to be okay and settle in and I am sure I will be overly protective and OCD about them for a while.

But I am also insanely, ridiculously happy and fulfilled. 

Here’s to the start of something wonderful.

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Halloween Prep

We spent the calm after the storm getting ready for a very much anticipated holiday.  Halloween is a big deal around here.

This year was a little less festive than previous years – we’ve been very farm focused (and HEY!  All of our fencing posts are in the ground as of today!) and also my friend Elizabeth did not host her annual party, as her husband has a broken leg.

But no matter!  Some traditions carry on.

Today we watched:

The Nightmare Before Christmas, Scary Godmother, Tim Burton’s Sleepy Hollow, and The Village.

School work for today was fun Halloween coloring and making our pumpkins.

 

Everyone chose their patterns and spent several hours cleaning out and carving their pumpkins.

Gulliver pitched in as well.

All of the pumpkin guts went out to the chickens, who greedily ate up their fall treat.

For dinner I whipped up a Tomato – Cheese Soup and some lovely little witch – hat – shaped parmesan and dijon in puff pastry.

Left to right: Neve’s Kitty in a Tree, Oona’s Kitty, Emily’s Jack Skellington, and Maddie’s Doctor Who.

Tomorrow night it’s Halloween craft and movie marathon day for school and then it’s off to my friend Jessie’s for trick or treating.

Happy Haunting!

For the Parmesan Puffs I bought some frozen puff pastry and rolled it out a bit once it softened up.  I spread some Dijon mustard and some paprika on the bottom layer and then covered that with parmesan cheese (FRESH!!).  I placed the second piece of puff pastry on top, brushed it with melted butter and popped it in the oven at 375 for about 15 minutes.

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The Calm Before The Storm

If you live on the east coast, chances are you are waiting for “Frankenstorm” to hit.

We made sure all of our vehicles had gas, went grocery shopping and did all of our dishes and laundry.

Fortunately (for us) it looks like the storm will be hitting a bit north of us, so we likely won’t have to worry about much weather, but better safe than sorry, right?

We spent some time putting posts in the ground and plotting out the fence line yesterday, making sure that whatever tree trunks and brush that is still out there won’t interfere.

Today is pretty grey and windy, but so far no rain.  Paul is working on more posts while he can, and I am enjoying some rare quiet time in the house.

Oona has been sick with some sort of virus that makes her tired and irritable, and she has spent a large portion of the day asleep on the couch with Gully.

 

So really we are in a state of “Watch and wait” to see what will happen with the storm.  I made pumpkin bread from a Trader Joe’s mix that Susan gave me (I added pumpkin seeds to the top – delicious!).

I worked on Emily’s Haloween costume a bit (sneak peak of her wig….)

And I have been working on the second sock of my Halloween pumpkin socks.

 

Hopefully we won’t lose power, but if we do, there’s plenty of candles and fuel for the fireplace.  Either way, we’re all cozy and toasty and enjoying a lazy fall SUnday.

Happy weekend!

 

 

 

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Just Another Rainy Day Blog

So far what we’ve seen of October puts us in the mood for flannels and woolens and comfort foods.  Perhaps hot cups of tea with our afternoon knitting by the fire.

It’s chilly and damp and foggy, and I had to put my boots on just to go out and get the mail.

The mums are showing off their autumn shades.

So are the trees.

Furble likes to follow me to the mailbox and back – today she only came out from her warm and dry spot in the garage because there was a break from the rain.

Inside I finished the October – inspired pillows for the couch.  It was a good place to curl up and watch a scary movie after school.

It’s time to  start preparing for the cozy months.