Rust Dye - Farm Art Project(!)

When we moved in, one of the first things we did was clean up what is now the goat stall and holding area (where the herd hangs while the four big girls are being milked). We found pile after pile of old rusty metal. Hooks, nails, stakes, chains, saw blades, hammer heads, horse shoes... you name it, we found it - caked in dusty orange. We started filling buckets full of it that we've added to just about every week we've been here. At the time, I fantasized a bit about making something out of it all... an industrial chandelier or some sort of wall art, a collage of rusty tools on the well house wall. The most recent idea, and one that was a little more realistic in terms of time commitment, was rust dying. 

Then last week, after we uncovered and hauled out another gigantic heap of metal from the pasture, Scrapple decided we had enough to justify a trip to a scrap buyer. As I helped load the big gates, I caught a familiar looking bucket out of the corner of my eye - my rusted treasures! I had a frantic moment of attempting to convince both of us that I needed them and actually almost pulled them out, but Scrapple talked me down with the logic that we will NEVER be without plenty of interesting rusty objects on this farm. Fair enough. And besides, I'd been talking about doing something with them for months and there they were, still in a bucket... Apparently this was just the motivation I needed to make some time for creativity! As he pulled the haul down the driveway I set out to find some new jems, poking around until I gathered enough for my project.

I found some canvas in my fabric stash (cotton and silk seem to have the most successful results in the bit of online research I did before trying this out) and some old wooden frames that currently housed some really crappy pen and ink sketches I had done in junior high (thanks Mom?). I popped out the cardboard backing and measured some canvas to fit (an inch around the backing)


I found a 1'X2' piece of plywood to use as a work surface (Rust will dye just about anything so be careful. You could put a plastic bag down if you don't have scrap wood or cardboard to use to cover your surface) and started laying out some patterns.

When I had decided on two that I liked, I sprayed them down with a 50/50 mixture of water and white vinegar. I left them in the sun for the day, checking on them and spritzing when needed to keep the fabric damp. By that evening the rust had started to leave it's mark and faint shadows started to appear around and under the metal.The next morning it started to drizzle. Perfect! We had plans to participate in a pasture walk and I woudn't be able to baby the rust - nature would take care of my project for me while I was gone. And it did. By the time we got home, the imprints were a nice dark color and the bleed from the rust had covered most of the fabric.

I removed all of the metal and then dunked the fabric in a salt water bath (1 tbs salt to 1 gallon water) for 5 minutes to set the rust. As they were only small pieces, I hand washed and hung them up to dry before popping them into their frames.

Voila!

While I was still in the mood, I collected two old tees (one for me, one for Scrapple) and wrapped them in gigantic chains, stakes, and rebar to try something less calculated. After my first two pieces I realized, there's only so much coaxing you can do, the rust does what it wants.

I love the discovery element of this technique - like working in the dark room. I'd love to try a quilt, or even play around with adding a batting backing and actually stitching on top of the dyed bits to give it some texture. 

In a few days I'm going to try overdying the other tee with poke berry dye. Wish me luck!

 

 

 

Guineas vs. Silkies - A Nest Comparison


Lady Guinea's newest clutch, this time better hidden

For the past three weeks two of our yard birds have been "gettin' broody". They're both extremely dedicated. The silkie, named Sassafras, or Sassy for short, will go for days without getting off the nest. The guinea, Lady Guinea, gets off everyday to eat and drink. Lady Guinea also stays highly alert and will fly at you if you come near. Sassy enters what I call "monk mode" and does not open her eyes. She just sits there completely still so she can preserve all of her energy. If you try to pick Sassy up she will puff up and make a harmless attempt to peck at you. Lady Guinea, on the other hand, will tear you up. Talons out, flying at your face. Both have lost a lot of weight on their mission to hatch some babies. 

Can't even see the nest unless you pull back the ivy

Each hen has her own little nesting spot. Lady Guinea's previous attempt at getting broody only resulted in three chicks from a nest of 24 eggs. By the end of her 28 day broody period there were only 5 eggs left and she hatched out 3 of them. Her first nest was raided. She now has a different spot. It's on the opposite end of the yard, below a big oak tree. Her nest is neatly hidden beneath a bunch of poison ivy and isn't visible from the outside. Her previous nest was easy to spot. This one is much better. Perhaps she learned. It's only her second nest, after all. I think she picked the perfect spot. It's also sheltered nicely from the prevailing Southern winds. Right now it looks like she has about 24 eggs on there, one more than the last nest (we put a turkey egg underneath her last time). By my guess she should be due to hatch them on Monday or Tuesday, but I could be off a day or two either way.

Sassy in monk mode, holding down the corner of the barnSassafras decided to get broody on her eggs in the "goat barn". This is the area where the goats can lounge while the other goats get milked. It's not really a 'barn' per se, it's an old tool shed that we converted to a barn. There's also a big paddock on the outside so they can be outside and graze while they wait. More frequently, however, they choose to stand near the fence and baaa at the nearby (but out of sight) buck pen. Now that the ladies are all coming into heat the evening milkings can be quite a hollering contest.

Anyway, Sassy's nest is in the corner in the area where the goats lounge. When the goats come in for milking they go check out Sassy as if they hadn't seen her in that corner every single day for the past 3 weeks. They poke their noses down at her and she awakens from monk mode and pecks at their faces until the goats go on about their business (aka take a nap). 

Sassy's eggs. Better make the most of 'em Sass

Sassy's nest, in comparison to Lady Guinea's, has only TWO eggs. We think they're fertile, but we can't be totally sure. She should be due at a similar time to Lady Guinea. Elvis, our silkie rooster (click to view his glorious crow), would be the proud father. He's my favorite (along with everyone else's, come on), so we're really excited for Sassy to hopefully hatch out a couple chicks.

If you're wondering about Lady Guinea's previous gaggle of baby guineas, none of them made it. Two went missing after a few days. One made it a few weeks and was looking great, but then one day it was just gone. It had even gotten to the point where it was roosting in the coop. No idea what happened. This time around, we'll be taking the little baby guinea chicks and raising them up. If it were still summertime I would give her another chance (and she'll have another chance next year), but with the cold, rainy weather I'd rather see to it that the babies are OK. 

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