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My “Heron” Magnets For Sale

My Heron Magnet For sale in my Etsy Shop.

Fate started whining and Bud was barking.  Then I saw the UPS truck drive away from the farm and I knew my Heron Magnets had arrived.

I was excited they looked as good as I’d imagined they would.  I took some pictures and posted my Heron Magnet for sale in my Etsy Shop.

The magnet is 2″x4″ and is $7 including shipping.  You can buy it here.

Or if you don’t like using Etsy, just email me at [email protected].  I take checks, Paypal, and Venmo.  You can also just send a check and let me know you’d like a magnet my address is: Maria Wulf, PO Box 205 Cambridge NY 12816.

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The Path To The Crab Apple Tree

One of the footpaths the donkeys and sheep have made goes right to the crab apple tree.

In my Monday Morning Video yesterday you can see how the donkeys meander to get to me.  They don’t walk in straight lines and never directly up and down hills.

You can’t see it in this picture, but the path to the apple tree has its own twists and curves.

The apple tree is a destination.

Under The Lilac

There’s a whole world for the hens in explore in the big old lilacs on the farm.  The chickens spend a lot of time sleeping safely under and around them.  The biggest lilac has deep purple flowers and branches that reach out so the hens can roost on them.

That’s either Kitty or Anne on the branch of the Lilac and White hen on the ground.

My Heron Magnets Coming Tomorrow

My Heron magnet

I’m excited to see my Heron Magnet. According to an email from Sticker Mule, it should be delivered tomorrow.

I got a hundred of them, so there will be plenty for anyone who wants one.  As soon as I get them I’ll put them up for sale in my Etsy Shop and on my blog.

I’m also waiting for my Heron Posters and Postcards.  We’re lucky enough to have a Print Shop right in town who do a great job.  I hope to have the posters and postcards by the end of the week.

The Barred Owl Again

The Barn Owl Potholder

Yesterday we saw the owl again.  Fate and I were on our way back during our walk in the woods when I saw the big bird fly between the tree tops.

The owl landed in a tall tree at the edge of the path just ahead of us.  She looked at me then swiveled her head to follow Fate as she circled the tree the owl sat in.

I tried to take a picture, but it wasn’t happening.   The iPhone kept switching settings, so I gave up.  I decided to just watch the owl instead.

I thought about what I’d just read about owls in the book An Immense World by Ed Yong.  How their ears are located behind their eyes, and that big round surface around each eye acts as a kind of satellite dish to take in the sound.

The ear openings are in different places so the owl can hear not only side to side, but up and down too.  One opening is positioned at 2 o’clock the other at 8 o’clock.

So as the owl moved her head I thought, she’s listening to us as well as seeing us.

Owls hunt by sound not sight.  That’s why their wings are silent when they fly, so the sound of their movement doesn’t interfere with their hearing a mouse running across the forest floor.

We stayed that way for a while. At one point I said, “hello owl.” Otherwise, I tried to be as quiet as she was.

She left first, flying across the path and into the trees.  I watched till she disappeared from my sight.

I have no doubt that the owl knows us pretty well by now. That we’re not strangers and she’s keeping an eye on us when we come into her woods. Maybe even purposely letting us know she’s there.

I didn’t go for a walk today, but when I went into my studio this morning, I was thinking about a linen dishtowel that Carolyn gave me.  I knew it had an owl on it along with some other birds.  The owl on the linen was a Barn Owl, not a Barred Owl like the one in the woods.  But I used it anyway.

Then I cut out a couple of the other birds on the linen to finish off a few more Potholders in the series I began on Friday with the little crooked houses.

I wonder if the owl will come to find us the next time I walk in the woods. I’m still thinking of the encounters I had with the ravens this summer and have an idea brewing that came to me in a dream a few nights ago.

Something’s going on with me and the birds lately.  I know that there is probably and message from the owl for me, but I haven’t looked into it.

Maybe I’m just not ready for it yet.

 

Rosie, The Ears Behind The Yarn

Rosie

When I asked Suzy who the ears behind the ball of yarn she told me it was Rosie.

Yesterday I posted a photo that Suzy Fatzinger sent me with the colors of handspun wool she is making her next shawl from.  Popping up behind the ball of Bedlam Farm yellow yarn were two very prominent ears.

They made the ball of yarn look like some sort of creature.

Rosie is a shepherd mix Suzy and her husband got from the shelter in February.  They made sure she would get along with their chihuahuas before bringing her home. Now she and one of Suzy’s Chihuahuas clean each other’s faces.

Rosie is no wolf, but when I look at her ear I can’t help thinking, “Grandma what big ears you have.”

The Farriers Stories. Hooves And Cupcakes

I stood in the polebarn holding Lulu’s halter and scratching her ears.  Fanny had her head all but leaning on Matt’s back as he shaved Lulu’s back left hoof.

I felt bad, I’d let the donkey’s hooves get longer than usual.  When I mentioned it to our farrier Matt, he told me about Fred.

Fred was an old farmer who up until he died a few years ago would take his horse-drawn cart into a town just north of us, during corn season to sell his corn.

Matt said he didn’t have a lot of money, but he had two horses and a donkey that he loved.  He took the best care of them that he could, but sometimes he had to wait longer than he’d have liked to have their hooves trimmed.

Every time Matt would trim the donkey’s hooves, Fred would look at them and say, “Don’t they look just like some cupcakes.”  Now when Matt trims any donkey’s hooves  Fred’s words come back to him.

It took a while for Fred to call Matt when the farrier he used retired.  Fred called several people asking if they knew a good farrier and when they told him about Matt he asked, “How much does he charge?”.  They all said they didn’t know and he’s have to ask himself.

That made Fred uncomfortable, so he didn’t call Matt.

Then he heard of an Amish family who shoed horses about an hour away.  So Fred borrowed a trailer and brought his horse to them.  But they didn’t do a good job and when Fred saw that his horse was in pain he finally called Matt.

After that he always had Matt take care of his horses and donkey.

I asked Matt why Fred had the donkey, thinking it was a frivolous thing for a farmer without a lot of money to do.   He said that Fred got it as a joke for his wife Bea.  The donkey’s name was Cleo and there was a sign above her stall with that name on it.  But above that sign was another with the words Bea’s Ass written on it.

I don’t know how Bea felt about that, and neither did Matt.

But I get the feeling that the donkey and the joke were more for Fred than his wife. I could imagine him laughing every time he came into the barn and looked at the donkey’s new name hanging over her stall.

“Fred was a tough old guy,” Matt told me. ” He got his arm caught in a corn harvester and amputated it himself with a jackknife.”  But that didn’t stop him. “He even cut his own firewood, Matt said, “although I can’t imagine how.”

Matt usually has a story to tell when he trims the donkey’s hooves.

Sometimes it’s about experiences he’s had in his work, other times it’s about the animals in the woods around his farm.

Matt’s a good storyteller and I couldn’t help thinking that these are the kinds of conversations that farriers and equine owners have probably been having since the profession was invented. I like being a part of that tradition.

But something else happened when Matt told me Fred’s story yesterday. I feel like, in a way, I know Fred now too.  And in that way, he lives on.

I also know that from now on, after Matt trims Fanny and Lulu’s hooves, I’ll look at them and think of cupcakes.

Bud Finding Comfort In Jon’s Lap

 

Bud sleeping on Jon’s lap with the fire in the woodstock glowing in the background.

I was sitting next to Jon, him on his chair, me on the couch.  My eyes were closed in meditation when I heard Jon call Bud to him a couple of times before Jon was silent again.

When crickets chirped on my iPhone timer after a half hour, I opened my eyes to see Bud sweetly snuggled on Jon’s lap.

Cold enough for fires in the woodstoves, all the ticking and banging the metal made as the stove warmed up frightened Bud.  He doesn’t like loud noises, especially those that sound like gunshots.

During hunting season or when our neighbors slaughter their pigs and cow in the fall if Bud is outside then the shooting starts, he’ll claw at the back door to get in the house.

This morning he only had to be frightened for a moment before Jon comforted him and let Bud know all was safe.

More Of Suzy’s Shawls Coming Soon….

Suzy’s had spun wool

It’s almost that time of year again when I sell Suzy Fatzinger’s shawls right here on my blog.

She has two just about done and two more in the works.  As many of you know Suzy started selling her Shawls at our Bedlam Farm Open Houses.  When we stopped having the Open Houses, I continued selling them on my blog every fall.

Suzy (who one of my oldest sheep is named after) hand spins all the wool she uses in her hand-knit shawls.  Some of it comes from her own Mohair goats.  And some of the wool she gets from her favorite fiber artists.

That ball of yellow wool (with the ears popping up behind it.  I have to ask Suzy which of her animals they belong to) comes from my sheep.

We did a trade back in 2020.  She knit a scarf for Jon’s daughter Emma and I gave her some of Liam’s raw wool and a bump of yellow roving made from Liam and Rosemary’s wool.

Suzy hand spun the yellow roving and used it in a couple of her shawls. Now she has a little bit left and plans to use it along with the wool (in all those rich fall colors) it’s on top of in the picture above.

Every year when I sell Suzy’s shawls I post pictures and videos of her goats.

Some of you may remember seeing pictures of Larry her angora goat.  I was sorry to hear that Larry died this fall.  He was old and Suzy was worried about him having to deal with the coming winter.  He died naturally one night in the barn before the cold weather came.   Suzy said the other goats were sitting outside the barn when she found him as if they were holding vigil.

I wish such a death for my older sheep when it’s their time.

So far Suzy has one shawl in fall colors and two others in blues and neutral colors.  It will probably be another week or so before they are ready to be put up for sale.  As soon as they are, you’ll see them here.

Suzy’s Goat Larry
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