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Sheep farmer, knitter, writer, local food operative, mom, lil person seeking community with all the other people trying to build more just and gentle ways of living together on this beautiful planet.
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Rewards for rising early in the islands.

Smote a passing dog who didn’t see her perched on the table, no remorse.

This guy is called Shouty because he was a very noisy bottle baby. He is a friend to all and if you need a hug today, he’s here for you. He will wag his tail if you give him scritches, too.

Lambs love bouldering.

Early morning flock check followed by hours of waiting for Pegasus to deliver a 16.4-lb ram lamb… followed by another 16.4-lb ram lamb. So many boys this year. 🫠 I gave a minor assist with the second because she was delivering his head with no feet, but luckily it was easily corrected.

Hashtag momlife (And that’s three lambs, not one normal and one with a slinky in the middle behind the tree.)

This lamb came with extra cute sauce.

Fourteen seconds of fresh baby Finnsheep.

Lambwatch 2025 is well underway. Six babies so far and about twenty ewes to go. All Finns and Finn crosses with first-time moms doing beautifully.

Manx quilting is super fun. I learned how to do this hand-stitched log cabin block in an online class with Aaron Sanders Head yesterday via Tatter Blue Library. Highly recommend repetitive stabbing therapy for these times.

Before and after. First shearing day of 2025 is in the books.

Huck is looking meme-able this morning. He wants breakfast like I want congressional leadership with a skeletal structure.

Dawn light over the islands, opening a day of community with farm, food, and science folks plotting a course forward despite being hung out to dry by a government that doesn’t keep its promises. Has any administration ever been so wasteful of talent, passion, and expertise? We organize. We persist.

My kid wanted to go to the digital art exhibit at Artechouse NYC. Surprise, the piece I liked best was about trees and seasons. Actual trees still reign supreme.

Befriending cats wherever we can find them. This is the noble Achilles of West 81st St, Manhattan.

My @yarnandwhiskey.bsky.social backpack is visiting the city of its birth and carrying some nice Catskill Merino yarn from the farmers’ market!

Cedar boughs are one of nature’s loveliest forms, according to this PNW island child.

Hello from Teasel’s tiny void sister, Briar. She took a long fall from a tree as a baby and couldn’t use her hind legs for a week, but recovered and grew (but not much; she weighs 8 lbs) into a sweet and funny girl. They take turns lurking on the porch and tripping people.

Seems only polite to contribute to the cat content, so here is Teasel. This rakish fellow rules our hayloft. He is an FIP survivor and will turn two in May. Also he’s hard to photograph because he likes to get right up in your grill or under your feet.

I don’t understand Bluesky’s algorithm, but the more I engage with resistance politics, the more it seems to reward me with heartening cats and nice mushrooms. Two thumbs up.