At The End of the Felted Flock

I have had my head down the last month concentrating on finishing up with the Felted Flock. Every early morning that I sat down at the table to felt yet another sheep I have wondered why I embarked on such a project at all? What made it so appealing that I committed to such an insane idea as needle felting a flock of 143 sheep, seven lambs, six guardian dogs, one stock dog, one fox, two coyotes, nine birds, two shearers and one shepherd, plus several other characters that landed in the trash. It is not an unlikely possibility that all of this work will sit in a storage box, and that outcome begs the question of what all the work was for.

needle felted canines

The start of the Felted Flock and all the curiosity and anticipation it had feels so far apart from the just crossed finish line and the mess of emotions I feel now. I am happy to have completed this big project but I still need time to sort it out and decipher what it is that I actually feel about the project and its accomplishment. So many people have fallen in love with it and yet I feel as though I have fallen out of love with it.

I started the felted flock with a good dollop of enthusiasm. I finished the felted flock with far less of that enthusiasm though. The project took something from me that I can’t articulate right now given how fresh the finish line is, but it has also left me with healthy anticipation of other artworks I might be able to accomplish. Projects I never believed myself capable of given the number of times I have started and then quit them.

needle felted crow and magpie

I am certain the deeper feelings will surface soon enough and that I will own the accomplishment every way possible. There is the opportunity to set the entire collection on display at the local art gallery in January and perhaps that viewing, along with writing more about the project, will stir the reaction I’m holding in check.

needle felted flock of sheep

Winter With A Pasture Flock

On the Canadian prairie the start of winter is marked by the arrival of snow and cold and its end is marked by the cessation of each. The sixteen hour daylight of the summer is now ten hours at best, and the shortest day is still twenty days out. The 25 degree Celsius heat of summer is now minus fifteen with deeper cold yet to come. The northern prairie makes an adjustment of more than 6 hours of daylight and forty degrees of temperature in a six month span. In the normal swing between our summer and our winter we experience what experts would say is an extreme climate change event.

sheep filing up to feed

By the beginning of winter the market lambs are usually sold, the ewe flock has been brought in for a check over of udders, feet and general health. Crutching is done on animals that needed a rear end cleaned up. Cull ewes marked and necessary treatments given to animals who needed it. Then everyone is returned to pasture as one group (without rams).

Despite having stockpiled forage for grazing we have already shifted into the winter routine of feeding hay to the ewe flock each morning. The stockpile grass will await spring time use. With our minimalist approach to keeping livestock, and because it is often only one person doing the chore work, we aim to keep the chore load to what can be reasonably handled by me on a winter day (if I can handle the chores they won't be an issue for Allen but the opposite is not always true).

Hay/forage feed is rolled out on the pasture to the ewe flock each morning, and the guardian dogs are fed. The flock resides, and is fed, on pasture and shelters in an area with adequate tree and bush that with the addition of bedding soon morphs into barn like accommodations. The small group of rams receive a round bale as needed. Four wire panels are placed around the bale to prevent animals from making a mess of it, and a daily portion is pitch forked to this small group. The small group of rams have access to the shearing building for shelter so a regular clean up in the building is needed. That’s done by hand with a good ole’ shovel. Houses for the guardian dogs are situated with the sheep. Each group of animals has access to permanently placed, heated water bowls. In the evening we do a second check on livestock and feed the guardian dogs again. There are no mix mills, no silage, no feed bunks, no feed rations, no conveyors, no grain, no separate groups of animals outside of the rams and the main flock. Outside of the chores for the livestock are the regular tasks of keeping house and farm going; maintaining equipment and water bowls, moving snow, feeding the birds, and walking with the kelpies.

Winter Walking

The first arrival of cold weather coupled with the necessity of donning winter clothing always causes me to reconsider the habit of taking a walk every day. Surely I could take a break from it, except that the Kelpies would have something to say about that, and I would miss the intimate visit with the prairie landscape that only a walk can present.

Australian Kelpie on trail

Three of my kelpies are of advanced age. When I head out for a walk, the very eldest dog, who is deaf and sleeps very soundly is likely to miss that anything is happening at all. The eldest female will join us at the door, half excited for the trek about to happen, yet every time the door swings open and the other dogs pour out of it, she holds back, sniffs and gets a feel for just how cold it is. Nine times out of ten she retreats and makes her way to the office window where she watches as we walk out of the yard. The third elder still acts like an athlete and holds his own, running at the lead of the pack every morning and again in the evening.

I have been taking walks amidst the prairie land since my youth. Even though I occasionally berate the idea of having to go for a walk in the cold, upon every return from said venture, cold weather or warm, I feel spiritually and physically satisfied that I went, as do the Kelpies. There will come a day when I do not have a dog at my side to walk with or I do not take walks anymore and perhaps because of my own advancing age I wonder more often and more often now how that will be.