Dull but productive

Today wasn’t a thrill ride, but I did get to cross off a good deal from my list.

I also learned a little more about my pasture and my options.

For instance: Everyone here seems to fertilize their pastures if they want good hay. I’m not crazy about the idea because it’s expensive and I’m not gaga over chemical fertilizers.

I also learned that the reason all my grass goes to seed before anyone is haying is because it’s mostly fescue, which is a cool weather grass. The trouble is that almost everyone puts up hay in large round bales out here. Folks who hay have to go where the real acreage is, so the big rounds go up first and the small squares on little lots like mine go up last. Combine that with my grass and the fact that the burned pasture has actually been crap for me–contrary to what everyone said. Instead of better grass, all the burned stuff has no grass and fuckloads of weeds.

So, my hay’s crap, and due to the situation as it stands, that’s just a fact of life for me (unless someone wants to hay small squares a lot earlier, which I’m pretty sure they don’t).

As a side note, hay is put up in two steps. First it’s cut and left to dry out a bit, sometimes being turned or raked at that point. Then it’s baled by machines that basically scoot along and scoop it up and compact it and tie it into either small square bales–the roughly 15 x 18 x 40″ blocks most people think of when they think of a bale of hay–or large round bales, the 4 x 5′ giant round things you see  all over the countryside this time of year. There are also large squares, but they’re less common around here. The small square bales and large round bales are made with two different machines, and in our area, there are fewer people with small balers. The large bales are faster and less labor-intensive–so, cheaper–to make and move. The primary livestock here are cattle and cattle eat a hell of a lot more than sheep, so even for smaller operations, the large bales make sense. You get about 20 small square bales to the large bale, so that’s 20 bales that have to be loaded on a truck for everyone one bale that can be pierced and moved with a tractor. (There are also machines that throw or load the small square bales into a trailer as it’s baled, but I haven’t seen them around here–I think they’re more common in areas with a lot more horses, since small squares are more popular for horses.) Small square bales do fetch more per pound than large rounds, but I think the market here just doesn’t make the math of it work out.

Anyway, if I wanted good pasture for hay, I’d pretty much need to fertilize (~$60/acre) and/or reseed ($20/acre). If I treated 5 acres, that’s $400, or twice what I’d probably need in hay. Would that set me up for 2 years? Maybe, maybe not.

Another option is native grass, which is a hot weather grass and would be ready at the right time, but would take years to establish.

Or I could just buy hay going forward.

Maybe option would be to graze them on larger paddocks, not worrying about saving anything for hay, and to winter graze (a good option with fescue, I learned), and buy a small amount supplementary hay. Grazing them on what seemed like dead pasture last year, they only ate about half the hay I expected, despite the harsh winter. I was told in a mild winter, they might get almost all they need from fescue.

I’m going to research it a bit more and learn what I can about more targeted grazing, winter grazing, cultivating a small but awesome portion of the pasture for hay, etc. I have enough land and few enough sheep that I could probably come up with a good system that alternates different areas to rest and graze over a multi-year plan.

For this year, I’ll get a little hay from the useable part of my pasture, buy a little more, use up the old stuff I still have, and graze them on all the weedy pasture, possibly reseeding it as I do. I’m more into overseeding than fertilizing, both because it’s cheaper and not petroleum-based.

Anyway, it’s some good stuff to chew on, and I’m going to try to do some creative thinking.

Showy-Offy, a house call, and bummer

First off, my freshly embroidered shirts in action! From the Scion show at the Knitting Factory.

Kid and Kiki from HarrietRoberts on flickr:

Ron & Jesse from Eric Rex on flickr:

When Jayne plopped down after about 15 minutes of grazing this morning (around 6.30 am, well before the heat), I thought I’d be on the safe side and ring the vet. As luck would have it, he was in the area and dropped by around noon. In a perfect world, I would have had him trim everyone’s hooves, but with another record hot day in the making, we decided to keep it short and sweet. He gave Jayne a once-over, noticed he seemed a little stiff in the hind quarters, but after checking all his joints, feet, etc., couldn’t find anything acutely wrong. He thought from Jayne’s gait seemed a little sore/stiff on the back end, so the doc gave him a non-steroidal anti-inflammatory shot and trimmed up his hooves for good measure (though they were in pretty good shape). I mentioned that he seemed to me to have grown suddenly over the last couple months, and the vet said that they’re typically done at around 14 months, which is right about where he is right now, so maybe it is a little late growing pain action. Hopefully it will resolve itself. The good news is that there’s no urgent problem. And I guess we’ll see how this plays out. Hopefully, he’ll grow out of it instead of deeper into it.

I do know my joints get a little sore and swollen when it’s hot and humid like this. When it’s really humid, my rings and watch feel tight and I feel so waterlogged I almost can’t close my fist. I know I’m a people, not a sheep, but still.

I’m shit at trimming hooves, so I also had the vet hit up Agnes. Her hooves are the only white ones, and they always grow faster and thinner than the other sheepies, so it’s good to squeeze in an extra trim for her. I think the others will be fine until fall, when I’ll either get another house call or nut up and try trimming them myself again.

I borrowed an stanchion from Sherri and had this great plan of conditioning the sheep to use it by bribing them with grain. Eventually, I’d be able to zip around trimming their hooves while they looked on mildly. But even if I did have the wherewithal to implement this genius plan, and even if they really would fall for it, I don’t have a convenient home for the stanchion. Right now, it’s in the hay shelter, which isn’t a handy location. And the barn’s way too wee to be its permanent home. So I’ll either need to make it a little shed or abandon the notion.

I think I’ve talked about all this before? Anyway, Plan B is a sheep deck chair from Premier 1:

In theory, you back the sheep up and tump them into it. It looks like they accept a pretty wide range of sizes. If it actually works, this would be great. I’m too short/wimpy to get Fudgy, Agnes, or Jayne on their rumps, and my size also makes it difficult to stabilize them.

Today was hot, but the woolies stuck it out a like champs. Here’s sun-bleached Ronnie.

Now for the big bummer of the day.

Sadly, when I went outside to get a few sheep pictures, I found Zoe dead in the coop. She was in the shade, but she’s a huge bird and I think the heat was just too much for her. Aside from making sure they were hooked up with plenty of water, I didn’t really worry much about the chickens today, since we had much more extended heat the last two summers than this one–plus they were fine yesterday, which was even hotter. But yesterday they were ranging and today they were penned because of the haying (I didn’t trust my overly friendly chickens to get out of harm’s way with big equipment around). I’m guessing the difference in temperature between the coop shade and the plant shade they prefer was enough to do her in. She was, shall we say, rather ample.

Or who knows? Maybe she choked on a wasp or something.

But to be on the safe side, I opened the pen (half of them stayed put) and wet the ground all around to cool it off and passed out some refreshing watermelon rinds. Fortunately, the heat will be letting up for the rest of the week. In the future, I’ll try to keep everything wet down if I have to pen them. I don’t even know if that matters, or if she would have keeled over either way.

But I was sorry to see old Zo’ go. She was a good chicken and responsible for our two coolest eggs on record, both the biggest one and the littlest one. In the first picture, the side eggs on either side are the normal ones and the huge one is a giant double-yolker; and in the second picture, the egg-shaped egg is the normal one and the little round marble-sized one is Zoe’s yolkless special.

And for good measure, a little remembrance of Zoe:  at two days old, as a pre-teen (already huge), as a young lady, and again yesterday (panting: foreshadowing, alas):

Onward, Zoe, to the great chicken scratching ground in the sky! And say hello to Peanut, Patty and Buffy for me!

New batts, lazy (?) sheep

New from Art Club: Still Waters, big, fluffy, sturdy Romney batts, hand dyed and drum carded to fluffy goodness. Named for the crazy brilliant algae thriving in my fishless water tank this summer. (Oh, look! NaBloPoMo green theme, met.)

So I’m a little concerned about Jayne’s recent weirdness. Our new resident artist, Liz, has small ruminant experience, so she’s going to help me look him over for anything unusual tomorrow.

The last two evenings, Jayne’s been munching on grass lying down while everyone else is grazing in the normal fashion. He doesn’t seem to be having trouble rising or reclining, he’s not limping, and he doesn’t seem reluctant to get up and move if I disturb him, and his appetite is just fine–he’s eagerly eating while he reclines, like a spoiled starlet eating bonbons on her chaise. But it’s weird.

Yesterday, I though he was just chilling and chewing his cud, but today I noticed him chomping grass as enthusiastically as everyone else. Both days, it occurred in the late afternoon/early evening, when the heat was starting to subside. I thought maybe it was a languid reaction to the heat. I mean, I just want to loll around and eat Popsicles when its like this.

I felt up  his legs, which seemed normal (I also felt up Uncle Honeybunch and Agnes for reference). His poop’s normal. He’s bleating about the same amount in the morning and at feeding time. He’s always been one to chill out and rest more than everyone else. Even as a lamb, he was always way lazier than the other lambs, but he’s kind of bigger and more lumbering. Liz suggested we check his feet and see if they’re hot. I scoped his feet when everyone was laying around earlier today, and the ones that were exposed (not under his body) looked normal, but I didn’t touch them.

He also seems to have grown a lot this summer, and I’m wondering if sheep get growing pains the way human kids do?

Anyway, I hope he’s just feeling lazy from the heat. I scored them for FAMACHA about a week ago and they were all good.

NaBloPoMo!

I just found out about NaBloPoMo from JelliDonut. It’s just what you think it is, and I’ve decided making a commitment to blog daily for a month will be a good way to light a fire under my ass. I’m going to post here AND at The Harveyville Project’s site (where I almost never post, much to my own disappointment) every day this month, and hopefully that will get me in the habit going forward. This month’s theme is “green,” and I’m going to take that literally today, though I suspect it will be figurative more often that not.

My knitty deep fall submission has been accepted, though I’ll be reknitting it, so this won’t be the one they actually use.

I also just turned in a new sewing tutorial. It’s my new, improved patternless sundress and I’m pretty in love with it. I can tell because I’m wearing it the second day running. You can whip it up in just a couple hours and it’s perfect for the dog days. It will go live on the craftzine blog next Monday (8/9).

We’re heading into the hottest days so far this summer, so I’m going to have to get up at dawn tomorrow so the critters can get plenty of food in their bellies before the hottest part of the day. Poor things. They’ve got lots of water, a modest amount of shade that expands fairly well as the day progresses, and a great big commercial fan to help keep them cool, but I do not envy them those fleeces. For the record, the jackets apparently don’t make them hotter. They breath well, and apparently the temperature at the skin is the same with or without a coat. I suspect the actually keep the black animals cooler in the sun (the serape effect).

In other news, by freshly-installed hard drive is already in the crapper. It’s still well under warranty, but replacing a hard drive on an iMac is something no sane person wants to do twice in one month. I guess I just got a lemon. Luckily (?) I still have the OS installed on an external from the original crash, so I just switched my boot drive over and didn’t lose too much time. I should have realized the new drive was a dud when I didn’t get any gain in speed over the USB connection. Next time, I’m running Disk Utility and Disk Warrior on that puppy first thing, before transferring any files or installing a byte of software.

My birthday’s coming up and my dad’s been making noise about getting me a new computer (I got him hooked on Macs this year and he’s all high on Apple love now–well, except for his iPhone, with which he has a sad, co-dependent loveless marriage), so there may be a new computer in my future. Then I could replace the internal hard drive at my leisure, and we’d have a nice desktop for slide shows and for visitors to check email, print boarding passes, etc.

Don’t forget to give me your two cents on my sleeve choice for the That Girl! KAL. The flutters are in the lead, but it could still go either way.

How I spent my weekend

Last weekend, I embroidered four western shirts, one for each of the boys in Kid Congo and the Pink Monkeybirds. They’re playing the Scion Garage Shows with Hunx and his Punx at the Knitting Factory in Brooklyn tomorrow & Mohawk in Austin on the 29th (free w/ RSVP!). Yay, embroidery! Look! Of course, Kid gets the red one.

Kid’s shirt, with his Stratocaster & a guitar amp.

Kiki’s, with his P Bass & a bass amp.

Ron’s Ludwig snare & kick drum pedal. I couldn’t resist throwing in a few sequins because the drums have a sparkle finish.

And Jesse’s Telecaster. The guitar’s colors are kind of blown out in the pictures. They’re a little more subtle in real life.

The French knot guitar tuners and strap buttons slay me.

I hadn’t done any real embroidery since grade school, and I didn’t get the shirts until Thursday night. Ron was leaving Monday morning, so I was worried I wouldn’t be able to pull it off in time, but they turned out swanky. Each shirt has the owner’s instrument and an amp (except Ron’s, which has a kick drum pedal instead), plus a few little sparkles for good measure. Ron drew them all. The instruments are pretty accurate, though the scale of the necks had to be adjusted so they would fit and not look weird. I played around with the amps. I really wanted to emborider their nicknames on the backs, so I think I’ll get Ron to snatch them back after the Austin show so I can finish them. I also need to make on for Jason, who plays with them sometimes.

My only concern is whether they can be trusted to wash them in cold water. They can be machine washed and dried–and they shrank a lot when I pre-washed them–but I do worry they’ll shrink more/fade if they’re washed in hot water. I suspect that boys on tour are in the habit of not doing laundry until everything’s horrifically stinky, then washing everything in hot water. I’ll cross my fingers they won’t be dicks and they’ll just wash them all together as a separate load.

Anyway, I’ve totally got the embroidery bug!

KAL & Tour de Fleece. I heart procraftstination!

I’m having a ball procrastinating this week! I have TWO, yes, TWO excellent diversions to keep me off track.

First, there’s the That Girl! KAL. I’m very much enjoying my collarless, ultra-short-sleeve/longer torso variation. I don’t have to decide for a while, because I still have a whole ball to knit onto the torso before starting the sleeves, but I can already get a notion of what the collarless/short-short combo will be like. I think I’ll either go with a cap sleeve or a flutter sleeve. Hmmm. Or maybe the mini-tie?

For more sleeve options, see this post. The pattern is auto-sizing for the most part, but for info on a bit more scaling up/down (bbw/kid), see this post.

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In other procraftstnation, I finally, finally finished all the green handspun I’ve hand on the bobbins for fracking ever.

That’s a pound and a quarter, well enough for a nice, roomy hoodie with pocket. I might even go apeshit and make it a lined hoodie, since this stuff is on the scratchy side and that would be crazy warm and plush. The outside would be sturdy medium wool and I could make the inside something yummy soft and not worry about the inevitable mad pilling. If it were lined, I’d definitely make it zipped. Either way, I can’t wait to see how it knits up! I really like the effect of plying the hand-dyed with a solid; it makes the color shifts subtler and I expect it will knit into something a little quieter, which make sense for this colorway. Yay!

Starting out, I had two big bobbins of hand-dyed that I’ve been spinning up VERY slowly over the last several months. I had to spin an equal amount of Succulent, a sturdy heathered wool/nylon blend. That bobbin on the left was really overstuffed. You forget how that extra little bit around the outside of a bobbin really adds up to twice its thickness closer to the core, so I ended up spinning 3 normal bobbins (like the foreground one, above) to be able to finish plying one normal bobbin and one piggy bobbin. All in all, that was about 10 oz of new singles, then plying them with the old. I’d call it a pretty tedious project, but I’m thrilled it’s done!

I’m still trying to figure out what to spin up for my challenge day tonight. My next spinning project is to finish the Uncle Honeybunch 2ply, but there’s no real challenge there.

Oh, I know! How about a 2-part marathon challenge? First, get anything on the bobbins OFF those bobbins, whether that means plying or just winding it off. Then I’ll spin some of my angora I’ve been saving forever! I have a couple of colors I could spin to use in a nice warm headband or bonnet! It’s hard to remember the biting cold during a heat advisory, but I know it will be back before we know it.

I’ll call either part of that challenge a success, actually, because I’m about to head out to go pick up some shirts for the boys. Kid Congo & the Pink Monkeybirds are playing a Scion show with Hunx & His Punx in NY & Austin next week, and if I work my ass off this weekend, I hope to have a little treat for them.

OH! Did I mention we bought a couple AC units? So luxurious. I have AC in my office & bedroom now. It’s absofuckinglutely dreamy.

Tour de Fleece, Day 11: Succulent

(much more yellow in real life; like below)

Spinning: Art Club Succulent Wool/Nylon hand dyed & combed top

Watching: Mad Men Season 2 Best-of Marathon

Notes: Man, I love the combed top Zeilingers makes. It totally spins itself, no prep at all necessary. I had to work to go thicker on this one, because I keep wanting to spin as fine as I can, but I needed to match some handdyed combed top I had already spun up for a sweater some months ago, before I took the fine spinning class that cursed me. I didn’t have enough of it, so I’m spinning equal parts of this to ply it. I still need another bobbin + the rest of this one, so I’m guessing another 6 oz or so.

I’ll get a shot of the stuff I’m plying it with tomorrow, assuming dickhole FedEx can be bothered to either knock or actually go around to the front door. (Today, they really couldn’t be troubled to actually make any real attempt to deliver it. Apparently we hicks out in the sticks don’t rate any consideration, even though they’re all too happy to charge extra to “deliver” out here. Deliver in this case means putting a sticker on the back door and beating a hasty retreat. I wouldn’t be so angry if this kind of shit were less common with FedEx. Express is so expensive and it’s shitty they have no qualms about making the absolute bare minimum gesture. I can actually feel my blood pressure mounting, thinking about this. Serenity now, serenity now.)

Future: Will be plied with my greenies hand-dyed medium wool (can’t remember the colorway–I think it may have been some extras of fiber I dyed up for Cuckoobatts Club) to make a worsted. It will become a hoodie with a big kangaroo pocket.