:Raji…and more

The painting of Raji Susan mentioned in her comment yesterday…

Katy sent this to me, along with the following note:

Susan and I have been talking about chickens today, and she mentioned that she hadn’t seen her Raji painting on your blog. That’s because I’m pretty sure I never sent you a pic of it when I finished it.  Things have been pretty crazy around here; I’m sure you can relate!  Anyway, here’s a link to my blog where I posted the painting of the lovely Raji, and my commentary,  also a pic of the painting here.  I’m also sending along a pic of Zeke and Sadie with Lily Joy and Claire.  This one was taken when she was about 6 days old.  Zeke and Sadie both have had several “face to face” encounters with her, and they are so good with her.  Zeke is just the best!  He loves his goats!  Sadie didn’t know quite what to think, at first, but this morning she was giving Lily her “tickled pink play bows” as fast as she could.  Baby goats don’t know that a play bow is an invitation to play, but she has absolutely no fear of them and did her little happy dance, bouncing, skipping and jumping around, to their delight. 
Hope all is well with you and your pack, and the snow is melting fast.  It’s so dry and brown here that it’s hard to believe it’s spring.  But today was warm enough to get out and plant some spinach, and the asparagus is beginning to peak, so maybe it’s spring, after all!

A photo of Lily Joy taken a day after her birth…

Lily Joy’s birth was bittersweet, as her sibling didn’t live. Life, glorious, often big, is fragile…particularly the process of entering this world, whether you be goat or dog. Katy’s words:

Here is Lily Joy, bright and early this morning, out in her enclosure. (Baby goats have such “wise” yet humorous faces, like they know something we don’t, and they probably do!) She’s doing all the things a 24hour old baby goat should be doing, and had her first nice firm  milk poops this morning, as well.  Claire is a perfect mother and allows her to nurse and is very attentive. She should be a big girl, in spite of her tiny size now (about 5 lbs. we’ve yet to weigh her) as she will get all the goodies for awhile!  Claire is exhausted and worn out and sore, but, with the help of an herbal tea, managed to pass the two afterbirths.  She’s yet to eat well, but I’ve been “drenching” her with blackstrap molasses and other goodies to give her energy and stuff to prevent infection. She’s out soaking up the sun right now, and Baby Lil is napping in her tiny goat shelter right next to mom, safe from hawks.
I’m off to ABQ to teach the drawing class for the rest of the day.  Hopefully,  household back to “normal” tomorrow!
Thanks for your prayers, and continued prayers for Claire’s health.  We are sincerely hoping for a clean uterus with no infection, considering all the invasive action during the birth.  So far, so good.
Love,
Katy and Silly Lilly ( I wrote what looked like “Zily” on the calendar last night, maybe that’s her nickname!
Ken says no way we’re going to sell her, so we now have a five goat herd!
We did get good sleep last night. I got up at 2AM to check on them, and all was well.
Zeke was very insistent in demanding that we bring her back into the house (she slept there for a couple hours the first night, and he remember Pablo and Paloma, who lived in the laundry room for several days, last year).  He thinks his goats belong in the house with him.  He’s had several visits, and just loves on her like she was his.  Sadie is fascinated as well.  They’ll get some time with her, as she has no one else to play with now.

:Faded photographs…

Covered now in lines and creases
Tickets torn in half
Memories in bits and pieces

Remember Traces? The version I listened to was sung by The Letterman. A google search shows the song writers are Buddy Buie, James Cobb and Emory Gordy.

As mentioned before, I’ve been buried in homework for the Library of Memories class. The past two weeks my spare time has been spent going through old photos, placing some of them in category drawers in the Library of Memories system. I’ve come across all kinds of great things to blog! …which will have to wait. Time. That darn time thing! It’s important to me for you to know that I haven’t forgotten the blog. I love the blog! Doing work for the course, I’ve made it ‘my own’, as our instructor encourages. Part of that is actually building blog material into the system.  My response to your comments may be slow coming, but please know I”M HERE learning, working to make this fun place even better.

Remember when I mentioned Sondra enlightened me about how to dress for the ring, marching me to a Target across the street from our hotel in Houston? Here’s a photo, taken at a later dog show, with me in my pearls. That’s Sondra on the left.

Time is breathing down my neck. There are puppies to feed, trash to haul to the top of the driveway and dogs in need of grooming. Does anyone know of a course on Slowing Down Time? I’d like to take it after I complete Library of Memories in June.


:Art…and my dad

After mom died in 1997, my sisters put me in charge of the family photos. These, along with ‘memories in bits and pieces’ were organized and filed ten years ago. Yesterday doing homework for the Library of Memories class, knee deep in memorabilia, ephemera, photos and personal memories, I came upon the following card in the dad folder.

Inside the card..

My dad was nine years old in 1942. That is not his handwriting. I wondered about the significance of the card. Why was it saved? Who sent it? I shared the card and my questions with our friends Kevin and Melissa as we feasted on Chinese take-out. They suggested it was an art project with assistance from a teacher. That would explain the handwriting. Palmer method, for sure. A light bulb went on! Could dad have drawn the picture? Quickly I retrieved two wood burnings by dad…

It’s a barn and farm implements with mountains and pine trees in the background. The scan isn’t great, but look at the style. Look at the trees. Look at the snow on the trees. Look at the snow on the ground.

Here’s a piece he titled…

This was done looking out the bay window in the kitchen of the farm house, the house where my sister Lori now lives. Notice the two cats sleeping in the window. Look at the trees, cottonwoods instead of pines. Look at the snow on the ground.

Katy, Kevin and Melissa’s daughter is also an artist. She’s been asked to illustrate a book. There was no question in their minds that the three pieces were done by the same person. And that a talented nine-year old could easily draw with skill.

What do you think?


:National Club Champs!

I just have to share! Nate has coached the University of Colorado’s club swim team for the past two years. Nationals – the culmination of the American Swimming Association – University season – were held last weekend in North Carolina. The association is comprised of student-run swim clubs from colleges and universities across the country, founded in response to the elimination of collegiate varsity swim teams.

From the website: The 4th Annual American Swimming Association University League Nationals Championships proved to be a powerful display of the growth and rising level of competition of collegiate club swimming this weekend, where only 14 of 50 ASA U. COLLEGIATE CLUB SWIMMING RECORDS were able to withstand the onslaught of record-breaking swims at UNC-Chapel Hill’s Koury Natatorium.  

Colorado dominated the meet, winning the men’s, women’s, and overall team competitions and sweeping all four relay events in record time.  Rounding out the top three in the team competitions were UNC-Chapel Hill and Penn State with second and third place respective finishes in all three divisions. Eighteen clubs and 310 swimmers participated in all, making this year’s ASA U Nationals the largest and most competitive ever.

Nate was really, really proud of his team and swimmers. He told me they worked hard in practice and the many, many personal bests are evidence of their hard work. Here’s the team…that’s Nate in the white dress shirt and tie on the left.

Here’s what The Campus Press had to say… including some quotes from Nate.

Here’s a youtube video about the team, including a brief interview with Nate.


:A first

A first. Today I’ve done something for the first time. Admitedly, once before I attempted a dual sired litter. But that was done by Dr. Hess, at her clinic…and were AIs, not natural breedings. Kham ma was ‘back-up’ because of Katu’s age and sperm production. Conception did happen, but the puppies were resorbed. Technically I’ve never produced a dual sired litter.

Chandra – Vajra and Arsha’s sister – lives with her dam Garma at my friend Bobbie’s house. Panchen is Chandra’s sire. Chandra is a beautiful Apso. I’ll get photos while she’s here. I had been going back and forth, back and forth about which dog would mate with her. You know the situation, compounded by the probability that this will be Chandra’s only litter. Do I use Keeper? Or do I use a Gompa male?

Initially, weighing all the factors, including past success – or lack thereof – I decided the sire would be Keeper. During the Chandra handoff, after explaining my decision, Bobbie pointed out the obvious. Try another dual sired litter. Last night Chandra mated with Keeper. This morning she mated with Kham ma. DNA profiling will sort out the puppies.

Bobbie did mention the word slut, with the dearest of meaning.

The pedigree/s.