Red is the Dean Martin of working dogs, Mr. Cool. The chickens come across him every now and then in the relentless pecking and they sometimes consider him just part of the grass, and peck up and down his back for bugs or other kinds of food. Rose would have eaten them or taken off, even Lenore runs from them, but if Red is in a stay, he stays.
Sheep shearer is coming to the farm tomorrow to trim Zelda, Ma and the other three ewes. Maria is going to sell the wool as yarn and roving as before. I think Zelda deserves to be a sweater but the last time she became a shawl. Zelda likes the shearer, he is a Buddhist and he chants to her. I hope she’s in a good mood or he’ll be lying on his butt in the Pole Barn as I have more than once. I took this shot at the hardware store of three dogs waiting for their human.
Every morning, Zelda appears by the hay feeder to wait and watch. I love the part of animals that is mysterious, they are an alien species with an alien language. We do not have a language with which to speak to them.
Some very loving and wonderful people are sending Maria vintage handkerchiefs from all over the country and they are amazing to see. This one above came in this week and will be a part of one of the scarves Maria is making from the handkerchiefs. The handkerchiefs are art in the own right and they speak volumes about the artistry of the women who conceived and design them.Maria wrote about them today on her blog. She will offering the scarves for sale there.
