Showing posts with label Angora rabbits. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Angora rabbits. Show all posts

Wednesday, September 30, 2015

I Hear What You're Saying...

I got a new T-shirt. You know me. I wear what I feel.

This one says, "I hear what you're saying. I just don't care."

Yeah, it's been that kind of week for me. All week long I've been  snowed under with unsolicited advice.
You ought to do this or that.
Maybe you ought to think about it more carefully.
Let me do that for you.
You really shouldn't be doing that. 
To repeat just a few. It's not that I don't care, but if I actually followed what they says, I wouldn't have made the gains I've made over the past three years. It's not that I don't appreciate the concern, but don't block my way. If I don't try, how will I know what I can do or cannot do.

Yeah, sometimes I may bite off more than I can chew. Like purchasing five angora rabbits of varying ages in two months time. The grooming of these rabbits take time and energy. If timing had been better, I really would have liked the purchase spread over four or five months time, but when the rabbit you are looking for comes available you have to jump on it. Not that I hadn't planned on a six- hole rabbitry, I did. But there is something to be said for having the time to get to know each rabbit. To train them properly and building trust takes time.

But all that being said, I do have the rabbits I wanted. Granted the fast purchase wasn't without some added expense like the cages and where to put them. On the homestead they would have been in the barn rather than a bedroom, but it works. I had planned on putting new carpeting in the house anyhow. I won't be breeding them until Fall when it's cooler. It will also coincide with the females blowing (shedding) their coat  before they give birth. Angoras can handle cold better than heat. Isn't that true for most of us? Seeing how they are indoor animals than outdoor animals gives them more of an edge.

Yes, it is taking time to get to know them all while not creating jealousy among the first rabbits. It's a juggle like raising children.

Dubu is my self black German/French angora. He's such a handsome boy but very jumpy and a bit skiddish. It will take some added care to bring out a calmer rabbit that I'm sure is in him. At four months old, he is the same size as my two-year olds (Buddy and Clover) and he's still growing. He still sticks his long tongue out.

Clover is my brown and black tort. She is still stand offish but a total joy to cuddle. I could even hold her upside down and she trusts me not to drop her. She is destined to be Dubu's mate. They should breed gorgeous babies with fabulous wool.

Snowball, my BEW (blue eyed white) at five weeks old, is showing signs of being a great wooler and is destined to be Buddy's mate. With both of them having the Vienna gene (BEW characteristic), they have a greater percentage of producing more BEW offspring. Characteristically, she's a cuddler. She loves being handled like Buddy. They will be the backbone of my BEW rabbitry. Right now she's so tiny that snuggling with her is no problwm at all.

Kieran, at 3 months old, is the adventuresome trouble maker of the two brothers. This brown French angora is curious and bold. He's not afraid of much except Lil Bit, the cat. But even so, he will stand on his hind haunches to stare and twitches his nose at her until she comes close, and then he scampers away. Not that Lil Bit would hurt any of Momma's babies.

Colm, the grey French angora, is by far the most mellow bunny I've ever seen. He's a lover not a fighter, but if this trend continues will depend on how puberty affects him. He'll lay quietly on your lap and snuggle in for a nap. So long as he has his brother Kieran is in sight he feels safe. Separating them into side by side cages should alleviate and separation anxiety of the two brothers. At least that's what I'm hoping.

And lastly, Buddy will always be my favorite. My first angora mixed bunny. Loving to a fault and is constantly asking for kisses and ear rubs. Obedient, most of the time, getting in and out of the cage on command. Will search me out if he doesn't hear or see me. My #1 rabbit.

Yes, I could have been more cautious and waited for different rabbits, but I'm happy with the ones I have. I could have waited until all the cages were built and my new homestead before buying them. I could have done a lot of things, but didn't.

My homestead plans are still in motion. Many think I'm foolish, but I see it as a step in the right
direction. More land needs upkeep, but with the plans including a barn, outdoor cook house, and fenced pastures for managed grazing for goats and sheep, if I am careful in the long run, it will sustain itself and me for the rest of my life. Yes, it would have been easier to do if I had not had my stroke and if my husband was still alive and healthy. But nothing worth having is ever easy.

The off-the-grid home makes dollars and cents. Having a tiny house makes perfect sense to and for me. Who really needs all the stuff? More to dust. More to clean. More labor intensive. I've never been a happy homemaker. I love to cook, but how much can one person eat? I'd rather be tending to the animals and garden. Puttering around is what I do best especially with the short attention span I have since my stroke. A little bit of this and a little bit of that. I'll be kept busy, that's for sure but that's when I excel. It will all get done.

In searching for an easier way to wash wool that would be easier on me, a fellow Golden Isles Fiber Artist suggested the ancient method of fermented suint. The dirty wool is soaked in water for a week. Manure, dirt, and the natural lanolin in the wool form a soapy mixture which cleans the wool over time. All that is needed is maybe one washing and rinsing to have cleaned wool. Yes, it stinks to high heaven until it dries but it sure beats temperature variations felting the wool and making it unusable for spinning. When dealing with a whole fleece, that's a whole lot of washing the standard way of 3 or 4 washes each pound.

So for this week, I'm taking the attitude of I hear what you're saying. I just don't care.
That's it for this Wednesday.


Wednesday, September 9, 2015

On the Road Again

Well Friday afternoon will be my first long road trip since my stroke. I'm a little bit nervous. My daughter asked if she could drive the first part. My driving one handed makes her nervous. I'll gladly let her drive as far as Dublin. I'll drive the rest of the way through Atlanta and to our destination of Cornelia, GA. All told, it's about 5 and 3/4 of a hours worth one way to the north Georgia mountains.


Weekend before last, I picked up two French angora rabbits from a lady that was getting out of the rabbit business. She just groomed and bred them. She gave away their wool. They were a gray and a brown angoras who I named "Colm" and "Kieran." "Colm" is Gaelic for dove for the gray one. "Kieran" means brown warrior in Gaelic. They are eight weeks old.

Catching the theme for my rabbitry yet? Since the acreage is called Murphey Meadows or Murphey Madness. It's definitely a southern Irish thing or Gaelic. Even though I'm Japanese and only Irish in my widowhood. Sure and Begorrah! Ye'll be seeing leprechauns and fairies next  in the green fields.

I had not planned all these colorful angoras when I first planned my rabbitry, but I figured why not. Blue eyed white French angoras are few and far between. I've seen two advertised for sale in California, and two on the east coast in Pennsylvania over the past few months. Those would be v-e-r-y long road trips and I'm not up to that yet. Not that I doubt my driving skills, but have you noticed how many idiots are driving these days?!

Back to this weekend...we'll be driving up to Cornelia to meet face-to-face with an YouTube homesteader I subscribe to. I'm going to show her how to butcher chickens. She hatched out a bunch of roosters and they've been pecking her ankles. My rule is they get one warning. After that it's the next stage of life for them. If they draw blood with the first peck it's an automatic death sentence. I don't know if you've ever been pecked by a chicken before, but take my word for it...it hurts!

the one on the left
While I'm in that neck of the woods, I'm going to pick up the mate for Clover. He's a self  Black German/French mixed angora. His name will be Dubu, Gaelic for black or dark one. He's the one on the left sticking out his tongue while the photo was being taken. The other one is more cantankerous. The breeder said his father does the same thing when his picture is being taken. To me, his funny personality quirk will fit right in with me. He'll be almost four months old when I get to pick him up. He and Clover should make some pretty babies next year. Canton is only about a hour away so I'll hit it on the way home.

We originally planned this trip for the weekend of the 19th, but my grandson's homecoming game and dance are on that Saturday. So we bumped up the trip by a week. So if you're in north Georgia and see a silver Toyota van headed towards you...Quick! Get off the side walk! No, only kidding. I drive way better than that.