Where Did the Month Go?

I just realized it's been over a month since my last update. And I don't know where the month went, it just all disappeared. As some of you know already, we're moving in about a month, so while not blogging (or knitting), we have taken care of some moving business. Our German wonders, the two V-dubs we have, have already begun their journey. Our furniture (and some wool) will follow in a few weeks. This, of course, means that the blog will remain quiet for some time.

In the past few weeks, not a lot has happened except for the moving business. I had my sister and my brother-in-law here for a week, which was fun. We went to pick up some wool Gretchen washed for me (of that later), and we went to the zoo, to Snoqualmie Falls (which fans of Twin Peaks will recognize) and Mt Rainier. No pics of Rainier, it was as it was last year when MrHairyFeet and I drove there. So was the parade on 4th, which we went to see.

But Gretchen's Farm was the most amazing place. I love everything about it, it's so beautiful and serene. And the animals seem very, very happy!

Some of her sheep were more of the dignified kind. They couldn't be seen fooling around.

(Aren't her eyes so pretty?)

The young ones were still practising the cute routine, which, as we know, is essential in becoming a full adult sheep.

Practising teh cute must be taken very seriously.


On Gretchen's Farm lives a very special chicken. Her name is Tuulia. She got her name on the day I took the fleeces to Gretchen, she had escaped and returned while Gretchen and I were fondling some wool. She has stayed on the farm ever since, though.

She's the brown one. I'm told she is a Buff Plymouth Rock kind of chicken, and is about 10 weeks old in the picture. She's very pretty, her feathers are almost entirely brown but there are small black specs on the tips. She's a feisty one. She'll keep the other chicks on their toes. They're appalled by her independent behaviour!


But even Tuulia is not a match for the ducks. They look like they mean business.

Do not be fooled by their innocent looks. They're downright mean birds. They're the sheriffs of the farm.


After visiting Gretchen, we drove to the Snoqualmie Falls. It was a beautiful, hot summer day.






The wild flowers on the mountains are probably the prettiest kind of wild flowers.


The nice weather continued the next day, when we went to the zoo in Seattle. The wolves and wild bald eagles were keeping a keen eye on the visitors.




In the zoo, the animals practice teh cute on a daily basis. I think this artic fox has just about mastered it.


The penguins are getting close, too.


Very, very close.


Some practised the menacing look, instead of the cute. Not very successfully, I can say.


The lizards, however, seem to have the menacing look without even really practising.


See what I mean?


Others thought the day too hot for practising the cute. Or anything else.




The hippos were merely enjoying the day.


I'd like to be a hippo. They have it made. Nothing better than enjoying the sun in a pool of warm water.


The orangutang thought the sun was a bit too much. He needed a blankie.


The snakes didn't have blankets. They had to just hang in there.


The spiders sought comfy little lairs caves for themselves.


Or wove cosy hammocks for chilling later in the afternoon. They might have enjoyed some drinks too.


The gorillas had already found the booze, though.


At the flamingo pool, the swan found things were getting out of hand.


So he took off.


The giraffe found out about the flamingoes' orgy. The smell gave it away.


He did not approve. At all.


But in the end, he couldn't be bothered.


So that's the daily life of animals in the Woodland Park Zoo! Next post, I promise, will happen sooner than a month and it consist mostly of purdy fibers and yarns. And art!

(This is not art. This is yarn.)

Till then!