Snow is forecast for the Northeast, just in time for Mia's visit. I'm not worried about her driving here tonight, but she might have to pick up AJ at Newark Airport on Thursday, Thanksgiving Day, which might be a bad day to be on the roads. AJ has plans to spend the holiday with family in New Jersey and I won't see him this trip. We will meet in Maine to spend Christmas with Eric, Annie and the kiddos. Such is life when we are spread out all over the place and have professional/farm/military obligations. I think Thanksgiving dinner will be a small, intimate affair with several doggies at the table instead of humans. I have a plethora of projects and creatures to keep me company. I hear my co-workers talk about their large, local family gatherings and always become very envious. Such is life. I cut up a giant batch of Peppermint soap last night, and washed with it this morning. Who am I kidding? I can't find soap like this anywhere - so creamy and luxurious. My soap is more than superfatted, with honey, oatmeal, shea butter and castor oil...and I don't know anybody who spends more on essential oils than I do. Or anybody who wraps their bars in quilt fabrics. Maybe I'll keep making soap for a little while longer. We'll see. The sheep are adapting nicely to their life in the barn. The old girls - the ancient ones - come running to the rail next to the rabbit cages. I make sure the oldest ladies - the bag o' bones - get a mouthful of rabbit pellets every morning. I have one little black angora wether who has a slight curvature of the spine. I make sure he gets a treat, too. I love the fact that I don't sell any live stock. Selling live stock means you have to cull (kill) the odd balls and ones that don't make the grade. I like to keep everybody. I'm expecting a blessed bunny event this weekend. This doe is gorgeous - from the Wisconsin bunnies - a gift from Molly Colesgrove. She is running around the hutch with hay in her mouth. I have a large water pan in there for her to build a nest in. It's still warmish but not for long. I hate to move her inside as she is happy where she is in the barn, but any kit (baby bunny) that misses the box coming out will surely freeze. Rabbits can't carry babies around the way cat and dog mommies do. They stay where they fall. Some times mom doesn't realize what is happening and the first baby pops out. She figures it out and jumps in the box to put the rest in the nest but the first one is out of luck. I've revived many over the years, if I get there in time. I adore angora rabbit fiber. When blended with wool it turns the most mediocre fiber into something marvelous, more than alpaca or cashmere can do. I plan on bringing some bunnies inside for grooming while I relax on the sofa watching TV. The dogs always find that very amusing.
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