Flying Fox Studio

Just comments about my art, kids, animals and the eccentricity of it all.

Thursday, April 28, 2011

New work

Just finished this drawing....hope you like it.

Monday, April 25, 2011


New drawing started, new yarn, new needles, new lace, new book, my favorite color, a weekend with my sister, equals a happy camper, a revitalized and re-newed happy camper.

Monday, April 18, 2011


After I posted the lambs, I though you all might need just one more picture of adorable newness, all cute and whiskery and very very new. It might be mud season outside, but it is spring in the barn.

sheep photo bomb

This photo turned out okay, but...
then photo bomb. This ewe could not keep her head out of the shot.

Sunday, April 17, 2011

wedding quilt

I am so very pleased, this quilt was purchased as a wedding present for a wedding in the United Kingdom at the end of the month. Hundreds of hours and tens of thousands of stitches, all the lines of stitching are less than an inch apart and the quilting stitches themselves run approx. ten per inch. I am very proud of my handwork and very fussy about the standard of quilting and applique.
I hope the newly married couple is very happy and the lovely gal that purchased this art/craft/quilt is very pleased also.

There are not adequate words to express my delight that this piece was purchased. I think I shall put another quilt on the hoops, this time an Amish design.

Monday, April 11, 2011


When I am working, Burgess likes to be involved.

His winter feathers, when you look closely, are tipped with tiny white hearts. He can be such a pest. I do get a bit peeved when he snatches a paint brush right out of my hand and hauls off with it, he is a bit of a challenge at times.

Friday, April 8, 2011

Helen the blind chicken

It has been snowing, a thick wet spring snow it sticks to everything even the chickens. Poor Helen the blind chicken was standing in the duck water soaking wet and covered in snow. We have to watch out for her, she often gets stuck and has no idea which way to go, she falls in the window wells often too. Anyway the boys felt sorry for her so they brought her in to dry out. Poor old thing picked her way over to Burgess' bird stand where she stepped up on the bottom braces, well then she could not move 'cause she had no idea if she was three inches up or six feet, she would have stayed there for hours.
We usually have to tap to show her where the food is, or put her foot on it then she understands and tries to pick at it. She had a hard time finding the bread though. She is smart enough to try and come to me when I call her or if she is stuck and I am calling her she will cluck in answer so she can be rescued.

Every night the other chickens put themselves to bed in their little hen house and every night one of us goes out with a flash light to find Helen and put her in the feed bowl in the coop so she can find her food and be safe at night. The other chickens don't like her much but only one of them really picks on her.

I have no idea how she lost her sight, somebody showed up on my doorstep with her, she was wandering lost and alone in a field.

Poor Helen.