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In this shepherding demonstration, I utilize voice command to teach lambs how to walk through a gate by telling them to “Go through the doors,” or “use the gate, Lambicans,” in a highly exasperated tone. When their performance is not satisfactory, I let them know by saying, “Seriously? You don’t see that?” because everyone knows… Read more »

We have had so many lambs! Nine lambs, now, alive and well, though some of their mothers seem unfit and insane. This is Corvette. Corvette always jumps the fence, and I had decided to never breed her, because as cute as it is to see a sheep gracefully hop a fence, like a dream sheep… Read more »

That little unexpected lamb died, after he caught a chill. Zanimal and I spent about eight hours trying to warm him up the next day, but he died, anyway. We were all very sad about it. If only the weather weren’t so cold, but what can you do? We weren’t expecting a lamb at all…. Read more »

#Artvartist is where you create a collage of a picture of yourself, surrounded by your art.  

We didn’t breed the sheep this year, because we have enough sheep! We did get two lambs and an adult ewe from a friend last fall. So, that made twenty-five. “When are you lambing?” everyone in the sheep community kept asking. “We aren’t lambing this year,” I told everyone. Today I noticed a new little… Read more »

The Wallflowers Sometimes, it takes me a little bit longer (or even a lot longer) than a month to create a new book. And yet, it has been sort of implied at the “Love to Color” $25 a month level of my Patreon that you might receive something every month for your $25. Last month,… Read more »

Over the weekend, while my daughter and husband played Minecraft, I was painting a cat in a fez. It’s fun to paint cats in hats. I painted the background first, then the fez, then finally the cat itself, which I envisioned as a Russian Blue.  I was painting it grey. Zanimal, age 10, came up… Read more »

The Status Quo When I go to the Red Cross and give blood regularly (you’re welcome, hundreds of people whose lives I’ve saved!) they are like super nice. Sometimes, they give you cookies– not just a few cookies, I mean, like 120 cookies that you can put out at your Holiday Market Party. And that’s… Read more »

In The Wind in the Willows, Mr. Toad disguises himself as a washerwoman to elude the police. Then…