!st of 3 natural edge Osage Orange bowls.  This one is gone already, but 2 and 3 are available.

2 & 3

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3

Carved birch bowl.

Below is my process of making a haystack.  A good example of the transfer of energy.

Mowing the haw with a scythe.

The scythe efficiently cuts and gathers in one motion.  Good technology.

Tidy windrows left by the scythe.

Upset this fellow, 3″ with legs.

The hay rack, beginnings of the stack.

Nearly half-way.  (Three legged dog shown for scale)

All done.  The other half of the picture is the good scent of cured hay.

Underpainting/ sketch of Job in the Cave of the Erth

Underpainting of Jonah Entering the Cave of the Sea.

I repurposed my first moveable paddock shed on sleds, so I built a new one.  This one has open walls for breeze and more shade area for the sheep.  The goats don’t use them much, unless it rains.  The sheep don’t mind the rain, but like to have some shade.  Simple and low cost, using mostly salvaged lumber and metal.

Ripping timbers on the bandsaw.  The timbers were roughed out with the chainsaw 2 years ago from some salvaged cypress logs.

Traditional clamp.

Cypress and 2×4′s

Pulled behind the tractor from paddock to paddock.

My 5 year old son Obediah helped me document the sawing of a hefty locust log yesterday.  The creative shot above is one of his.

My son asked, “can you get that little man down?”  He sits on a shelf in my workshop.

When I wanted to be a ventriloquist my Granddad guided me in building this fellow.

He is very good at yelling and being surprised.

Simple but effective pivoting jaw and head, and swinging limbs.

To reflect the holistic nature of living and studying in the School of the Transfer of Energy, I will begin posting some images of my labors in husbandry and garden farming in addition to the woodwork, painting and printmaking which has been the primary subject of this blog.  There is an abundance of new life on our place, called New Boaz by some: lambs, kids, ducklings, chicks, kittens, and plenty of vegetation in a land reviving from drought.

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