Angora and merino! says my hubby. You can tell he’s married to a spinner and knitter.
Okay, granted, in some parts of the video the farmer is walking around with a bucket of feed, but in most of it, the little guy’s doing a good job of it by himself: a bunny that watched the sheepdog and figured out he could do this too–and then does. (Click on one of the highlighted areas.) How cool is that?
The knitting: today I frogged some, knitted some, frogged some, knitted some more, and at last blocked my new shawl and then made good headway on the next.
Meantime, as for my own critters, I had an overripe apple and cut it in half to see what the wildlife would do with it. No thank you on the waxy exterior; okay, makes sense. The white-capped sparrows took polite turns happily pecking the center one by one, but a few hours later the thing was disappearing up a tree.
Well, that’s no surprise; the ones the squirrels could steal off my Fuji and Golden Delicious trees are long gone. (I planted that Fuji 17 years ago and so far have gotten one. single. apple. One. And only because I picked it too early.)
What later was a surprise was half an apple suddenly plummeting (shouldn’t that be appple-eting?) down from the treetop. Boom. Bounce. Not what you want hitting your head. Glad I was getting a clue from inside rather than outside, and I’ve caved: I will stick to nibble-size pieces from here on out.