With Easter nearly upon us, there is a frenzy of chocolate egg buying and giving – and of course EATING! This morning a co-worker set up an office Easter egg hunt before piling mounds of Easter cakes, chocolate and eggs onto the ‘treat table’ for all to indulge. What a nice way to start the penultimate day at work before I find myself gainfully UNemployed.
It is a sorry state of affairs and I will mourn the past four months which have rescued me from the isolation of my previous job. I have certainly felt more alive, more inspired and more ‘me’ since changing jobs, and although the risk taking didn’t quite pay off, there is still a glimmer of hope on the horizon. So don’t start sending me your messages of condolences just yet. In the meantime, here is a little cartoon to celebrate Easter.
I’ve been rummaging through some old files. As I explained in an earlier blog post, I love animation, (particularly stop frame) but I have little patience. I found this short sequence I put together of a pig walking. I hope the animated gif image works. I’ve tested it a couple of times so you should be able to click on it to see it working.
Two days ago, I took part in the annual rounding up, shearing, and manicuring of 20 sheep at a friend’s small holding. The 100 strong flock (yes we only managed to ‘process’ a fifth) are a mixture of Soay and Boreray. The former being a primitive breed dating back thousands of years and the latter being one of the rarest breeds in Britain!
Being a lover (not in the Biblical sense) of all things cute and fluffy, I spent most of the day hugging the lambs, chirping at the newly hatched chickens, stroking the farm cats and feeling sorry for the sheep being manhandled into submission. Boreray are supposed to be self shearing – not with a razor, foam and a mirror – and under the right conditions, their fleece falls off, is rubbed off against a tree or can easily be removed by hand (ruing).
Unfortunately, quite a lot of the sheep had matted fleeces which required a little more than gentle teasing off. So, with the owner wielding his newly purchased electric clippers and his helpers armed with hand shears, we chopped and hacked away at the panic stricken sheep for 6 hours! It was back-breaking, messy work and far from leaving the sheep beautifully coiffed, the result was not too dissimilar from a child’s attempt at giving Barbie a haircut with a pair of blunt, plastic school scissors. To add insult to injury, the newly acquired clippers left gouges on their flanks and knicks on their chins! As we stood back to view our tragic handiwork, we contemplated what revenge may befall us should there ever be a sheep uprising!