I give my hens scratch grains in the winter to help them maintain body heat, since the whole grains are harder to digest. The chickens love the mix, except for one kind. I’m not sure if the offending seed is oats or barley (or both since they look similar), but they certainly don’t care for them. Maybe they will sprout in the spring?
Yup. I’m running a cat tavern. I set up the trail cam to monitor who was visiting the heated water bowl. The answer is cats from neighbors on both sides of our house.
Oh that bold fluffy calico. She is on my “need to be fixed” list.
I finished my Rambouillet wool fiber page. I had samples of three preparations of wool given to me: raw fleece, scoured (but not combed), and roving. I love this wool. I enjoyed scouring and combing it, and I love how the finished pieces feel. When I’m ready to buy a new raw fleece this is the kind I’m going to get. It cleans well, and spins beautifully. I love the woven sample with my first plaid pattern. I understand why this sheep is so popular.
Izzy the cat loves when I sew quilted things. I recently sewed my sister a quilted bag and Izzy spent most of the time laying on the quilted pieces and purring. Loudly.
I rearranged my craft room recently and am trying the folding table in a new location. She approves, and really appreciates that there is room for her fuzzy butt. Especially if she can lay on fabric as well.
Here is the finished project, modeled after one of my favorite totes, with two external pockets, two internal pockets (one with zipper), and a bonus pencil pouch. I went a little crazy with the padding, so I’ll wait and see how it functions in the wild before I post any patterns or instructions.
Our temperatures recently plummeted (along with most of the country), but here it brought a dry snow, the kind that doesn’t stick, but whirls in the wind, dancing as it gets caught in the currents. I have not seen this kind of snow before in Texas, and it took me back to Colorado, which snows below freezing often. The flurries started on our way home, and we decided to take a less crowded back road. This barn was nestled in the curve of the road, and despite the temperatures, I had to get out and take a photo. (It wasn’t a completely deserted road, I was asked by a passing motorist if everything was OK.)
