Two new puppets are in my Etsy shop for Back-to-School weekend! Meet Jane Starcross:
She's packed her Happy Toast lunchbox full of shooting stars and is ready for a great school year. Jane Starcross is now for sale in my Etsy shop.
And meet Tom Reading:
Tom holds hands with his friends Red Book, Blue Book, and Yellow Book while they cross the street. (Yellow Book especially is prone to wandering off.) He is also for sale in my Etsy shop.
I also updated the listings and photographs for the other puppets:
"She lingered in that charming little garden to say hello to the gnomes, such a glorious infestation! How few wizards realize just how much we can learn from the wise little gnomes - or, to give them their correct name, the Gernumbli gardensi."
-Xenophilius Lovegood, from Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows by J.K. Rowling
Luna Lovegood, dancing with the gnomes just before Bill and Fleur's wedding in The Deathly Hallows. Lovely Luna!
The last foal at the Double L Ranch was finally born. His mother is a grey thoroughbred mare, so I had been expecting her foal to be similar to her in colour-- not!
He's a dark brown bay with a cute white splotch down his face. It looks like someone hit him with a can of paint.
Which made me think of painters, absinthe, art movements, impressionism, Vincent Van Gogh, and Monet.
So I've decided to call him Impression. Imp, for short. Or Impy.
It's been wonderful working at the ranch while the mares were pregnant, watching the foals appear one by one with their different colours and personalities. And I've loved naming them-- even though these names are not going to be their official registered names, if they ever make it to the race track.
Now the months of training begin: gradually making them accustomed to people, to being handled, and wearing a halter.
Twice a week I've been going out to the Double L Ranch to ride and work with the horses, fulfilling my childhood obsession at last. I was nutty about horses. Passionately and soppily obsessed with them. I had dreams of riding along trails in the woods, with a friend, galloping wildly with my hair streaming free-- you get the idea. I'm not galloping yet, but I cantered for the first time yesterday! It was bliss. (Jarring, thudding bliss because I'm still bouncing in the saddle, but bliss nonetheless.)
Meet Lucky Moon! A new filly born this Sunday under a sliver of a waning moon. She's a thoroughbred destined for the racetrack (if all goes well). Lucky Moon isn't her offiicial name, of course. But I like naming things, and she won't have a "real" name for months, or years.
I trailed after her mother all over the pasture, hoping that she'd let me close enough to touch the baby.
The miracle of birth has a raw side to it. As I came up to the pasture I smelled something like rotten peanut butter, and then saw what I thought was a dead squid lying in the grass (yeah, a dead squid in the middle of the woods?!). I yelped. Loudly.
Fortunately, Preston (the ranch owner) was there to reassure me that what I had taken for a dead squid was the afterbirth. He buried it.
I added this to my list of reasons I don't think I was meant to be a veterinarian. (Another childhood dream gone. Alas.)
Meet James and Lupin! They're yearling foals I've been training. In this picture Lupin is posing very sweetly for the camera, while James kept jumping out of sight, just because. Typical of him. The two are best friends and have been together since birth. Lupin is timid, but patient and affectionate. James is brash, not afraid of anything (he'd like me to believe!) and stubborn.
So I named them after Moony and Prongs. Suits them.
Check back next week for more photos of newborns!