New baby pictures

It's hard to take pictures of a black lamb.

It's especially hard to take pictures of a black lamb when the Two Friendliest Sheep in the Entire World are trying to help.
All these pictures were taken while
A. Merlin was trying to crawl into my lap. (Because we all know what a lapsheep he is.)
B. Onyx was alternating between looking over my shoulder and giving me sudden attention-getting nudges. (I got a lot of pictures of sky and dirt from being knocked off balance.)

But, anyway.
Here he is, the little cutie -


And I finally got a shot of the little white spot he has on the top of his head.

And his favorite activity of all:

Picture that little tail flipping at about 900 rpm. It's a wonder he doesn't leave the ground - a little butt-powered helicopter...

The perfect name for Lambie

Our granddaughter came up with it - Coal. Now we're just dithering on the actual spelling.

Coal?
Cole? (Madman thinks this is more a proper sort of name than coal.)
Kohl? (This one was my idea, since he's resisting coal.)

Whaddaya think?

All Goldie, all the time

In spinning news, I've been working on Goldie's fleece. For my Tour de Fleece project, I planned to spin the 2 lbs of fiber that I had washed and carded.
Fail. Epic fail, as a matter of fact. I finally got a 3rd bobbin spun the day the Tour ended, and started plying the day after.

I was aiming for a worsted weight, and for the first time ever, I may have gotten it. It might even be Aran weight, which is heavier than I wanted. Haven't done a wraps-per-inch measurement yet. It's definitely the biggest yarn I've ever spun. Since I usually accidentally end up with either laceweight or fingering, no matter what my goal, I'm happy with this. Now I just need to wash it and thwack it to see how it comes out.

And since it's not really all Goldie all the time, here's some purple beans I picked this morning.

They're really really pretty. But I hear that they turn green when cooked. What's the point of that?

It's a boy.

Oh, well. We love him anyway...

It was hard to get a good picture. Goldie is still a bit skittish around people, and I didn't want to upset her by getting too close. So I stayed outside the fence, stalking around with my camera and moving slowly.
Problem one was trying to take a picture of a black lamb who's lying in the shade.


Then, there was Uncle Merlin, who loves it when the paparazzi appear. Cameras were made for Merlin.
Wait patiently, line up the shot, and...

and...


But patience finally pays off. Merlin went over to see if anything new had appeared in the food dish since the last time he'd looked, little Lambie came out of the shade, and voila!

He's at the cute wobbly stage. All legs and no coordination.
Though he's getting pretty good at that eating thing.

Snacktime over, he set off to explore, with Mama trailing close behind.

He was very puzzled by this pallet. (Later on, while we were watching him through the window, he finally managed to jump up on it. The concept of "slippery" came as a big surprise.)

No name yet. Anything cute enough to fit him now would sound awfully undignified when he's a ram...

One, two, three... FOUR!!!!!

Merlin was the noisy sheep this morning, instead of Goldie. Madman and I joked that maybe he was letting her sleep in.

Then we looked out the window.

And counted sheep.

And ran for the door.

And then ran back to throw some non-jammies on, and ran for the door again, hooking the camera on the way by.



Cover your ears, folks. I'm too old for this, but...

SQUEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!

The suspense is nearing fatal levels...

Yesterday was my day off, so I spent a goodly part of it watching Goldie. She was quiet. Normally she devotes a lot of time to complaining about the portion sizes around here and grumbling about Onyx and Merlin hogging the really good stuff. So quiet is not the norm for her. When I took them supper, she didn't even headbutt Onyx out of the way.
Weird. Very weird.
We were more-than-half-expecting to see a lamb up on the hill this morning when we got up.
But no. Just Onyx and Merlin, and a very fat Goldie who was complaining to the staff that breakfast was late and how inexcusable that behavior is, since, after all, the sun had been up for hours and hours and hours. (Which in human time is about 10 minutes.)
No lamb yet.
Come ON! We're waiting!

Zzzzzz....

As many times as I count sheep over the course of a day, it's a wonder I can stay awake at all.

One, two, three... still three... zzzzzz...