Every year Katie buys a sheep through World Vision. They provide resources to families and communities around the world, including farm animals! Someone somewhere will get a sheep.
https://donate.worldvision.org/giftcatalog
Showing posts with label sheep. Show all posts
Showing posts with label sheep. Show all posts
Saturday, December 14, 2024
Friday, February 2, 2024
Groundhog Day: Did Baaart see his shadow?
Groundhog Day: Did Baaart see his shadow?
***We interupt this website with breaking news...***
Baaart did not see his shadow this morning...spring is right abound the corner!
***We now return you to regularly scheduled post...***
Tuesday, May 16, 2023
5 Sheep Book Review: Mia and Nattie: One Great Team by Marlene M. Bell + excerpt
by Marlene M. Bell
October 3, 2020
Nattie’s mouth was a little crooked. Her legs were a bit shorter than usual, and one horn was too straight, like a unicorn’s horn. But Mia thought Nattie was perfect. In a read-aloud picture book for children who love animals, award-winning writer and sheep breeder Marlene M. Bell presents Nattie the lamb’s true story.
MIA AND NATTIE is a heartwarming book that teaches readers about problem-solving, teamwork, and love.
On a visit to her grandma’s farm, eight-year-old Mia discovers a newborn, orphaned lamb outside in the cold and takes her to the laundry room, naming her Nattie. As she tries to nurse the lamb back to health, Mia discovers that Nattie is different from the other lambs and struggles to fit in with them like Mia does with other kids her age. When her grandmother says she will sell Nattie to a neighbor, Mia must come up with a plan to keep her friend around—one that will show the family just how special Nattie truly is.
MIA AND NATTIE is a heartwarming book that teaches readers about problem-solving, teamwork, and love.
On a visit to her grandma’s farm, eight-year-old Mia discovers a newborn, orphaned lamb outside in the cold and takes her to the laundry room, naming her Nattie. As she tries to nurse the lamb back to health, Mia discovers that Nattie is different from the other lambs and struggles to fit in with them like Mia does with other kids her age. When her grandmother says she will sell Nattie to a neighbor, Mia must come up with a plan to keep her friend around—one that will show the family just how special Nattie truly is.
Praise:“With each turn of the page, my kids and I fell more and more in love with this beautiful story. This is a story of friendship, inclusivity, and confidence. This is a story of not giving up on friends, and believing in the power of helpfulness. This is a BEAUTIFUL story. I had tears in my eyes as I was reading this aloud to my kids and it led to a really powerful discussion once we had turned the last page.” – Book Coffee Happy
5 "Baaart approved Sheep"
Baaart
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Mia and Nattie EXCERPT
Tiny Nattie studied the ways of older sheep.
She ate grass and tasty weeds.
She ate grain and hay and drank water instead of milk.
But Nattie would never be big enough to live with the rest of the flock.
She was too small to raise babies of her own.
“Your lamb needs a home,” Grandma said to Mia.
“She has one! Please let me keep her.” Mia hugged Nattie’s neck.
Mia squinted back tears before they fell on Nattie’s wool.
“A neighbor wants to buy her,” Grandma said, then spun around and walked to the barn in silence.
Mia had to find a way for Nattie to stay.
About the Author:
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She ate grass and tasty weeds.
She ate grain and hay and drank water instead of milk.
But Nattie would never be big enough to live with the rest of the flock.
She was too small to raise babies of her own.
“Your lamb needs a home,” Grandma said to Mia.
“She has one! Please let me keep her.” Mia hugged Nattie’s neck.
Mia squinted back tears before they fell on Nattie’s wool.
“A neighbor wants to buy her,” Grandma said, then spun around and walked to the barn in silence.
Mia had to find a way for Nattie to stay.
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Marlene M. Bell is an award-winning mystery writer and acclaimed artist as well as a photographer. She and her husband, Gregg, reside in beautiful East Texas on a wooded ranch with their dreadfully spoiled horned Dorset sheep, a large Maremma guard dog named Tia, and Hollywood, Leo, and Squeaks, the cats that rule the household.
Thursday, July 30, 2020
LOL, sheep humor
This just killed me...thanks to BrendaR and ChristinaMc for sharing this in the I Smell Sheep Facebook group!
Whaaaa?! You didn't know we had a FB group... We share our website posts, free/cheap books, and members can post any pop culture info or funny memes that other members would enjoy...we don't allow promo unless it has been cleared through us first and then only if we think it is something members would like to see.
Come on...join us.
Wednesday, October 31, 2018
Halloween Treat: I Am Sheep - another movie poster
Here are the other two. Eventually we'll have enough to make a calendar ;)
Saturday, August 4, 2018
Sunday, July 22, 2018
Welcome to Sheep...I mean Shark Week! + giveaway
Isn't this the best?! My friend and author/artist Adrienne Wilder made something for shark week...
They call us bookworms, but I think Book Shark is more appropriate. And how do you attract Book Sharks?
You chum the waters with...BOOKS!
I cleaned some of my shelves and packed three boxes full of books and swag.
There are three boxes: a small, medium and large.
Small box; UF books, audiobook + swag bag
Medium box: mainly YA books, coloring book, journal book (Beastly) + swag bag
Big box: PNR books, including the newest Anita Blake! + adult coloring book + swag bag
Because of mailing costs, this is US only.
Saturday, March 17, 2018
Friday, February 2, 2018
Groundhog Day: Did Baaart see his shadow?
***We interupt this website with breaking news...***
Baaart did not see his shadow this morning...six more weeks of winter.
***We now return you to regularly scheduled post...***
Monday, December 25, 2017
Sheep Wishes for Ewe this Holiday!
Merry Christmas, Happy Hanukkah and Holidays to everyone around the globe. Thank you for supporting this crazy site! We are humbled to have you stop by each and every day. Every single one of us is sending love to you and yours this year.
We are also proud to, once again, donate a sheep to a family in need. This donation is made through an amazing organization called World Vision .
This group gives other animals as well, like chickens, goats, ducks and more. Plus job training for women and water wells!
You can check out all the wonderful work they do around the world at the link below and if you can give something, please do!
We are also proud to, once again, donate a sheep to a family in need. This donation is made through an amazing organization called World Vision .
Sunday, December 25, 2016
Rollin' Christmas 360° The Nativity Scene by Rollin' Wild
Happy Holidays from I Smell Sheep! Here is a little sheeply fun.
Sunday, October 9, 2016
Wednesday, September 21, 2016
R.E. Sheahan Guest Post: How Sheep made me a better writer + giveaway
Well, duh.
But it made me think, if it wasn’t for my sheep, I don’t know if I’d be where I am as a writer.
And how can this be? For he is the Kwisatz . . . Oh wait, back to why sheep helped me become a writer.
Okay. Let me start by making it clear that sheep need a lot of supervision. A lot. I spent many long, wakeful nights waiting for ewes to lamb because sheep never, well almost never, lamb during the day. And they pretty much always need help. I’d have an hour, maybe two between trips out to the barn, in the snow, dark, cold, and not enough time to get any real sleep. So I wrote.
I wrote about some of the more adventurous dreams I’d had. See, my dreams tend to have a beginning, middle, and an end. I can change the direction of events while in a dream if I don’t like how it’s going. Hmmm. This was fun, but soon a couple of characters started to invade my wakeful imagination. Erynn and Jaer. They demanded I tell their story. I did. I’ll begin book five in the Storm of Arranon series this November during NaNoWriMo.
There’s a second part to how sheep helped me become a writer.
About fifteen years ago, I met my best friend, Martha, during a sheep meeting thingy. She knew a woman who wrote and belonged to a critique group. What’s a critique group? I bucked up my courage and attended my first meeting at a Dutch Bros. It’s all their fault. I never drank coffee before, Pepsi yes, but not coffee.
I found another critique group in Ashland, and for about five years, I went to three meetings a week. Yup, hooked. I learned so much. As a group, we attended writer’s conferences. San Francisco and Surrey. I still go to the Surrey International Writer’s Conference, coming up in October!
Because of sheep, I started writing. Because of sheep, I met other people who wrote, setting my career on a path of learning the craft.
Delicate blue currents reached out and wrapped around her hands with a faint tingling sensation. In a breath Erynn whispered, “Com avlash.” She brushed at dappled shadows that danced across the pool of sunlight at the edge of her desk, amused by the wispy blue filaments tracing her movements. They flowed like a lazy stream, trailing the path her fingertips traveled before the energy faded. As the static disappeared, she glanced around to make sure no one noticed.
No one ever had.
The buzz of winged centinents drifted in on a warm breeze through the open window next to her. She sighed and fingered the neck of her white uniform shirt, the stiff collar tight and irritating in the rising temperature.
From the front of the classroom the instructor, Major Kendal, his tan uniform meticulous, asked, “Does anyone need more time?” He scanned faces in the room. No one responded and he continued, “I trust you took into account gravitational pull, divided by trajectory angles, while factoring in speed given mass and friction before multiplying . . ..”
Erynn tried to listen, but his incessant droning soon matched the hum from outside.
Static crackled, and the air thickened with a sinking heaviness. The temperature plunged to an icy cold, chilling her moist skin. A sweet, spicy aroma replaced the electronic scent of computers and sour sweat of bodies pressed into a tight space for too long. She glanced out the window and frowned. What—
Broad yellow, orange, and red leaves trembled in the breeze. Brown stone buildings melded with the blue sky and manicured green lawns. The colors ran, blurred, and morphed into dark oily shapes with faint outlines of long arms and legs. She stiffened and squeezed her eyes shut. Images played in her mind like a silent vid in fast-forward.
Flash—a brilliant jeweled city nestled in a deep green forest. Flash—majestic spires of trees surrounding a clearing, the woods tossed in a violent windstorm. Flash—mountain peaks covered by snow and ice.
More impressions swirled and sped by, eclipsing her thoughts, taking control.
Bright pinpoints of red and orange exploded, swarming under her closed lids. The high-pitched sound of a hundred musical instruments in discord screamed in her mind. The syrupy aroma intensified. She caught two words through the cacophony—a plea, and a warning.
“Cadjoo. Mabrath.”
Her chest constricted, unable to expand.
Help. Death.
The meaning of these two words, in a language she’d made up as a child, took her breath. She pushed recognition away, refusing the insistent vision that pried at the corners of her mind seeking purchase.
Prophecy.
The word slithered across her nerves like a dry whisper.
Heart thudding, her lids flew open. At the periphery of her vision, the sparkling colors blinked out, and the heavy atmosphere in the room lifted. Erynn’s ears popped and the shrieking voices died, sudden quiet making her believe the shrill proclamation left her deaf. She jumped up, chair legs screeching backward on polished tile as the desk banged into the seat in front of her. “No!” Her shout rang out in the small, quiet room.
Floor heaving like rolling waves, she leaned against the desk on unsteady legs. Startled students in her weapons-and-tactics class stared at her, most of them shaking their heads and smirking. Ridicule and resentment came as a barrage of stinging barbs digging under her skin. Concentrated emotions of pity, anger, concern, scorn, disgust and envy bombarded against her attempt to focus, to gain control.
In a practiced technique, Erynn envisioned a wide tunnel of white brightness spiraling into a tiny point of light. This method narrowed her exposure to the emotions of others. The reactions assailing her all but disappeared. She hissed quick breaths through clamped teeth and the nauseating sensation of motion stopped.
About the Author:
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I have always been a reader. I love books. When I’m not able to read, I listen to audio books. I started writing while working as a Paramedic/Firefighter in Northern California. Trust me, it’s not like it appears on TV. There was plenty of time for books, mostly reading them. I didn't seriously start writing until I moved to my ranch in Oregon. While waiting for lambs to be born in the middle of the night, I would head back to the house for an hour or two and sit down at the computer. Before I knew it, I had a manuscript. Not a good one, but a start.I joined critique groups and attended writer's conferences. I was on the fast track to learning.
There’s a second part to how sheep helped me become a writer.
About fifteen years ago, I met my best friend, Martha, during a sheep meeting thingy. She knew a woman who wrote and belonged to a critique group. What’s a critique group? I bucked up my courage and attended my first meeting at a Dutch Bros. It’s all their fault. I never drank coffee before, Pepsi yes, but not coffee.
I found another critique group in Ashland, and for about five years, I went to three meetings a week. Yup, hooked. I learned so much. As a group, we attended writer’s conferences. San Francisco and Surrey. I still go to the Surrey International Writer’s Conference, coming up in October!
Because of sheep, I started writing. Because of sheep, I met other people who wrote, setting my career on a path of learning the craft.
by R. E. Sheahan
Publisher: Rule of Three Press
Pages: 300
Genre: YA Science Fiction/Fantasy
A forbidden birth. A remarkable young woman. A marauding alien society. The battle begins.
A brutal alien society invades Korin and Arranon, intent on destroying the two worlds that make up Cadet Erynn Yager's home. Forced to expose her strange abilities and reveal her forbidden birth, a guarded web of secrets unravels.
Stranded on an unfamiliar planet of eternal winter and predatory wildlife, the mysterious living consciousness of Arranon intervenes, leading Erynn on a mystical journey.
Aware of Erynn's potential, the alien enemy pursues her. She struggles to gain control of her growing powers while in a constant race to elude the invaders, and join the forces preparing to fight a mounting occupation.
Erynn’s secret may be her worlds' only hope, but at the cost of her life. Swept up in a chain reaction of events, Erynn's dedication extends far beyond service and duty. She learns the true meaning of sacrifice.
Along with courage and hope, Erynn finds something unexpected on her journey of awareness and growth.
Love.
Publisher: Rule of Three Press
Pages: 300
Genre: YA Science Fiction/Fantasy
A forbidden birth. A remarkable young woman. A marauding alien society. The battle begins.
A brutal alien society invades Korin and Arranon, intent on destroying the two worlds that make up Cadet Erynn Yager's home. Forced to expose her strange abilities and reveal her forbidden birth, a guarded web of secrets unravels.
Stranded on an unfamiliar planet of eternal winter and predatory wildlife, the mysterious living consciousness of Arranon intervenes, leading Erynn on a mystical journey.
Aware of Erynn's potential, the alien enemy pursues her. She struggles to gain control of her growing powers while in a constant race to elude the invaders, and join the forces preparing to fight a mounting occupation.
Erynn’s secret may be her worlds' only hope, but at the cost of her life. Swept up in a chain reaction of events, Erynn's dedication extends far beyond service and duty. She learns the true meaning of sacrifice.
Along with courage and hope, Erynn finds something unexpected on her journey of awareness and growth.
Love.
Discuss this book at PUYB Virtual Book Club at Goodreads.
Book Excerpt:
TENDRILS OF BLUE STATIC POPPED and snapped around Lieutenant Erynn Yager’s fingers as she tapped the keypad. Black numbers and symbols streamed across the white screen of her monitor. She glanced up, checking the equation on the large overhead at the front of the cramped classroom and smiled, her answer correct.Delicate blue currents reached out and wrapped around her hands with a faint tingling sensation. In a breath Erynn whispered, “Com avlash.” She brushed at dappled shadows that danced across the pool of sunlight at the edge of her desk, amused by the wispy blue filaments tracing her movements. They flowed like a lazy stream, trailing the path her fingertips traveled before the energy faded. As the static disappeared, she glanced around to make sure no one noticed.
No one ever had.
The buzz of winged centinents drifted in on a warm breeze through the open window next to her. She sighed and fingered the neck of her white uniform shirt, the stiff collar tight and irritating in the rising temperature.
From the front of the classroom the instructor, Major Kendal, his tan uniform meticulous, asked, “Does anyone need more time?” He scanned faces in the room. No one responded and he continued, “I trust you took into account gravitational pull, divided by trajectory angles, while factoring in speed given mass and friction before multiplying . . ..”
Erynn tried to listen, but his incessant droning soon matched the hum from outside.
Static crackled, and the air thickened with a sinking heaviness. The temperature plunged to an icy cold, chilling her moist skin. A sweet, spicy aroma replaced the electronic scent of computers and sour sweat of bodies pressed into a tight space for too long. She glanced out the window and frowned. What—
Broad yellow, orange, and red leaves trembled in the breeze. Brown stone buildings melded with the blue sky and manicured green lawns. The colors ran, blurred, and morphed into dark oily shapes with faint outlines of long arms and legs. She stiffened and squeezed her eyes shut. Images played in her mind like a silent vid in fast-forward.
Flash—a brilliant jeweled city nestled in a deep green forest. Flash—majestic spires of trees surrounding a clearing, the woods tossed in a violent windstorm. Flash—mountain peaks covered by snow and ice.
More impressions swirled and sped by, eclipsing her thoughts, taking control.
Bright pinpoints of red and orange exploded, swarming under her closed lids. The high-pitched sound of a hundred musical instruments in discord screamed in her mind. The syrupy aroma intensified. She caught two words through the cacophony—a plea, and a warning.
“Cadjoo. Mabrath.”
Her chest constricted, unable to expand.
Help. Death.
The meaning of these two words, in a language she’d made up as a child, took her breath. She pushed recognition away, refusing the insistent vision that pried at the corners of her mind seeking purchase.
Prophecy.
The word slithered across her nerves like a dry whisper.
Heart thudding, her lids flew open. At the periphery of her vision, the sparkling colors blinked out, and the heavy atmosphere in the room lifted. Erynn’s ears popped and the shrieking voices died, sudden quiet making her believe the shrill proclamation left her deaf. She jumped up, chair legs screeching backward on polished tile as the desk banged into the seat in front of her. “No!” Her shout rang out in the small, quiet room.
Floor heaving like rolling waves, she leaned against the desk on unsteady legs. Startled students in her weapons-and-tactics class stared at her, most of them shaking their heads and smirking. Ridicule and resentment came as a barrage of stinging barbs digging under her skin. Concentrated emotions of pity, anger, concern, scorn, disgust and envy bombarded against her attempt to focus, to gain control.
In a practiced technique, Erynn envisioned a wide tunnel of white brightness spiraling into a tiny point of light. This method narrowed her exposure to the emotions of others. The reactions assailing her all but disappeared. She hissed quick breaths through clamped teeth and the nauseating sensation of motion stopped.
website-FB-Twitter
Goodreads
I have always been a reader. I love books. When I’m not able to read, I listen to audio books. I started writing while working as a Paramedic/Firefighter in Northern California. Trust me, it’s not like it appears on TV. There was plenty of time for books, mostly reading them. I didn't seriously start writing until I moved to my ranch in Oregon. While waiting for lambs to be born in the middle of the night, I would head back to the house for an hour or two and sit down at the computer. Before I knew it, I had a manuscript. Not a good one, but a start.I joined critique groups and attended writer's conferences. I was on the fast track to learning.
In 2013, I received an honorable mention in Writer’s Digest’s Self Published book awards for MG/YA. I guess I am learning something!
Ideas from dreams follow me into warm sunny days or the quiet of falling snow. “What ifs” feed a vivid imagination. Even mistyped phrases may lead to an "aha" moment. Brain storming sessions standing in windy, dark parking lots with fellow writers release thoughts that pry at the corners of my mind, grasping for purchase. Sometimes the ideas pursue me, with persistence.
Ideas from dreams follow me into warm sunny days or the quiet of falling snow. “What ifs” feed a vivid imagination. Even mistyped phrases may lead to an "aha" moment. Brain storming sessions standing in windy, dark parking lots with fellow writers release thoughts that pry at the corners of my mind, grasping for purchase. Sometimes the ideas pursue me, with persistence.
Giveaway
R.E. Sheahan is giving away a paperback copy of Book Two (Storm of Arranon Fire) and Book Three (Storm of Arranon Allies and Enemies)!
Terms & Conditions:
By entering the giveaway, you are confirming you are at least 18 years old.
One winner will be chosen via Rafflecopter to receive both books
This giveaway ends midnight October 28.
Winner will be contacted via email on October 29.
Winner has 48 hours to reply.
Good luck everyone!
ENTER TO WIN!
Sunday, March 20, 2016
Winning the Internet this week...Gnomes and Sheep disco dancing, confused ghost
Dani Harper posted this in the I Smell Sheep FB group (if you aren't a member...shame on ewe!)
There are many uses for wool in Mochimochi Land! (Too many, maybe.)
Posted by Mochimochi Land on Friday, March 13, 2015
I love the confused John Travolta gifs
Saturday, December 19, 2015
December The Year of the Sheep Giveaway
There is only one more month to celebrate the Year of the Sheep! Then those freaking monkeys take over...
Let's say congratulations to our three November winners:
Let's say congratulations to our three November winners:
Prize Pack #1 Stephanie F.
Prize Pack #2 Lizzielvr
Prize Pack #3 Alexisa
Link to what they won
Time for the December Year of the Sheep giveaway
There are special entries for sheeples who go that extra mile to prove their love. You can sheepify a picture. If you are still confused about what or how to do this check out two of our followers ideas!
These five devoted sheeples are showing their devotion...
I can't figure out who sent their allegiance cupcake! But it is awesome.
Judith shows that sheep have infiltrated the dog world
Eva millien needs books baaaaaad
Linda Larson shares the next generation this is her husband holding a lamb they babysat!
Jacqui sent pics of her sheep!
Special Thanks for the December giveaways
Penguin Random House for books!
Dawn Cavenee for the cool Year of the Sheep shirt
Prize Pack #1 (US only) books & shirt
These 15 books are signed!
sorry for my crappy iPad camera, if you can't read a cover let me know in the comments and I'll tell you :)
these 7 books aren't signed (below)
Prize Pack #2 (US)
This is a bag from the Vampire Ball at the 2013 Authors After Dark Convention in Savannah, GA
Prize Pack #3 (US/Int.)
Sheep swag tote, desk calendar, Year of the Sheep Canadian stamp, candy, sheep ornament, sheep poo bookmark (will add some author swag) plus some Star Wars goodies!
THERE ARE Two RAFFLEDUDES! Pay attention to what you enter. One is US only and the other is for US and Int.
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