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"Creative Illustration Workshop" written and illustrated by Katherine, was named one of the Top 10 Photography/Arts Books for 2010 by the Amazon Editors. Hoof stomps, brays, barks, bleats, squawks meows and one knicker.

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Mice That Love by Katherine Dunn | Make Your Own BookI wanted to try out self publishing at Blurb now have a little illustrated chapbook called "Mice That Love". You can preview part of it here and purchase it at the link. The quality of printing is wonderful and I hope to do a series of these.Net gains from sales will help senior animals in need.

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Inspired by yesterday's ride on Boone up to the old cemetery... "Did you hear that?" she asked. His left ear twitched towards her, the right ear went forward. His muzzle bulged of breathing nostrils, and he didn't even bother to shake the fly on his neck. He hated flies, abhorred them. "Me too." she said. And they rode on.

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He had lived his entire life in this tree, this tree of senior status, on a grassy knoll where he could only see shades of green from the leaves that entombed him. He was surrounded by nuts, most the same age as he, and while he was programmed not to care, he was weary of the view. It had been a good life, and even though he knew falling meant a slow death, drying from the outside in, he was

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Writing and painting are happening, along with weeding, farming, goat tending, shepherding and sewing messes. With Pino Pie Day upon us, and a children's book to illustrate, my fiction and short stories have taken a bit of a back seat. But there will be many more stories to come. In fact may are percolating in my head, which can be nice, but also overwhelming.

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Working on integrating drawings and puppets into a brief story. I think somehow this is trying to be a memoir of sorts of my parents, from a perspective of a daughter years later.

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"The meeting will hereby come to order!" Boone bellowed to the still clambering crowd of creatures. He banged his horse shod hoof on the makeshift podium, created from a sawed off ladder."Sit down and come to order!!" he bellowed again, flicking his bronze red tail."That's my seat! This always happens, we pygmies are always getting treated like...like...""Like pygmies?" said Iris, smirking."Now,

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The three senior goats were all contently napping, when a gathering of some kind was heard in the nearby. Old Georgie did not open her eyes, but listened, as best she could. She let the more nimble Gertie do the observing and talking."What now? I was just off in slumber. Those lambs! I'll be relieved when they are older.""Then you'll just be annoyed at their flock bleats," Old Guinnias chimed in.

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You can now go to Amazon and pre-order my new book "Creative Illustration Workshop" which I wrote and illustrated. All of the 200+ images in the book are my illustrations and sketches, and other surprises. Published by Quarry Books, you'll have 144 pages of my inspirations, tips for fighting creative block, and places to find subjects for a story...like your refrigerator. Yes, you read that right

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I'm in the process of writing some stories, so haven't posted them. But here's a glimpse at the beginnings of my idea to create a story around puppets using painted set backdrop....stay tuned.

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As the white petals falland the brown scorchedearthbeneath my feet turn greenagainI stop, look towards the hillsand breathe in dead leavesBut the creek can be heardrunning once againfrom night time drinks of snow

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Wind blowing through his maneup onto my hands which hold two reins loosely.We ride, or I ride and he carries, down a gravel roadchunks of itself missingafter log trucks rush by with their fallen victims.All around us, before us and in front of us,lay fallen leaves, dead on arrival.He stops to ask me with his ears and a twinge of his neck,"May I have one?""No," I say with tight leg, "we still have

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Each morning, before the man and woman of the house rose, his velvet brown ears pricked up as he heard the first birds sing, or perhaps it was a far off rooster. "It's here." he thought, still laying on the couch, but now stretching.He rose quietly, and reached under the couch to pick up his long brown tail. Unbeknowdst to anyone in the house, he had been taking his tail off each night, and

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Pino came up with this idea all on his own. It's so like him. Happy holidays. 2010 will find me writing new stories and Donkey Diaries will resume with zest after we rest for a spell over the remaining month.

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I've been working on finalizing the new Apifera Farm website. After 5 years, the farm has evolved, as has my work. It was time to have a site that not only was better designed, but was closer to what Apifera is - a farm, but also a place that was born from a love story of two people. And there's pie involved. So a very little glimpse of that beginning is on the new Farm site. Getting the site

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It's been difficult writing on my book with these two practicing for their Sing Fest. Then again, it's charming. They have agreed to honor my one stipulation for daily practice time in studio - no Alvin and the Chipmuck renditions.

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“Smoke,” he thought, but he remained calm. As a very old gentleman cat, he had lived in the old barn since his birth in the catacombs of the stacked hay. Cleaning his paws, one toe at a time, he had been enjoying the warm sun creeping in through the cracks in the ancient tin roof. Like the multitude of animals that had lived in this old barn, he had found it a haven from wind, water, snow

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I just wanted you to meet Olive...I'm sure she will be sharing more of herself with you in coming weeks and months.

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"Think of it this way," said the crusty old mouse to the new arrival. "When you're living you're still dying, and when you're dying you're still living. No point in worrying about either on their own."

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Donkey and wind converse, he with brays, a flicker of the tail, lips quiver. And the wind caresses his ear tips.I'll tweet snippets like this, 140 character 'essences' of what I'm trying to capture in my longer short stories [many you have not seen, yet.]

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Scroll down for Part 2...The morning had brought the dew, just the way they liked it, crispy on the top but wet and soft underneath. This allowed a morning grazing without the shock of cold inner grass blades. It also added an especially fresh flavor to the dried leaves and made their crunch even crisper sounding inside their heads. The chewing sound resonated deep into their hearts, and made

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"I'd like to know how you plan to achieve that elevation?" said Iris, as she looked up towards the sky."I've been thinking about this all week. With some help, some good timing, and the right balance, it should work out for the best." said Stella."Work out for the best? The last time it worked out for the best, I was on the bottom of a pile of donkeys." Iris said skeptically."We shall not use the

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That's it for Paco's Guide to Surviving Hunting Season until 2010, when he will begin obsessing again about it.

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I decided to make these three movies available for free to the public. People know Pino, but aren't familiar with his charm as a movie star, so, you can now visit the Apifera Farm movie channel and watch and share. I will still do a Personal Pino Movie for you [a special song or message to someone] for $25. So if you want one of those, you can pay below.]Note: Turn up the volume on your desktop.

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Paco will be posting his annual hunting survival tips through October.

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Busy at work in the puppet shop...stay tuned.

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Paco will be posting his annual hunting survival tips through October.Available as a digital print. Image sits on 8.5 x 11' paper, signed by artist. $25.50 includes s/h to USA.

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Pino cares about water and the earth. He fertilizes the latter, and is very conservative with the former. He'll be sharing his life tips right here on Tails & Tales so stay tuned.This image is now available as a digital 8.5 x 11" print. $25.50 includes US s/h.

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There will be an interview you won't want to miss- I shan't say with whom because a person needs an element of surprise from time to time. And Pino will unveil his Life Tips, all with one prop - his bucket.Maybe more...depending on if I can get those mice to sit still long enough for measurements, but don't hold your breath on that one.

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Paco will be posting his annual hunting survival tips through October.

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In which the young ewes find out the truth that all ladies do at some point in their life...and Frankie gives her views on child rearing."Who did you get this year?" the large white ewe asked the other. The two sheep were the oldest and most experienced of the flock, and were lounging in the morning sun, waiting for the hay bar to open."I usually get Joe, " said Daisy, the smaller, but older of

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Cameras are not allowed at these meetings. It's difficult to take notes and sketch too, but I did my best.I was just about to do barn chores yesterday morning, when I heard a faint, not familiar knock at the door. I say unfamiliar as it didn't sound like a hand knocking, it had more of a 'click-click-click' sound to it, not human. "A cat?" I thought to myself. When I peered out the door's window

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In which we learn exactly why Mr. Bradshaw left...and returned."So, was it bigger than here?""No, much smaller, and closer together...It smelled different, like...bacon.""Bacon...oh, bacon...there's never bacon here, that would be a good reason to stay there, I guess."Frankie the pygmy was reposed, as was Mr. Bradshaw, conversing about his recent Walk Away. He had taken off on his own and had

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One of my many ongoing projects is compiling stories from Apifera to be pitched to publishers as a collection. It's A combination of fiction and non-fiction, illustration and photography, whim and tears. Here is a story from Chapter One, The Cats of Apifera.Mama Kitty...in which we are introduced to the first cat of Apifera.She had no name, and had never had a name, but as she saw it there was no

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The sun rose like it did everyday, but today being Wednesday, it was just a teeny bit earlier than yesterday. So noted Stella, the largest of the two Boer goats sitting on a wooden pallet, surrounded in mud with the heads of new grasses peaking out."Gate is shut", she thought to herself. Then she focused her attention inward, while she chewed her morning cud, listening to the sound of it, and

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In which the stunning event mentioned in the last post is revealed to my readers. Proceed with an open mind, or don't go in at all....The music was so beautiful, a cross between blue grass and traditional Italian waltzes. I had no idea Angustifolia played guitar, and certainly not at this level. We could hear the variety of hooves and feet stomping to the beat, and amazingly, even little chicken

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Tonight, at a little donkey's ass before midnight, the Ghosts of Fallen Cows will put on their annual "Milk Rain" show in the old barn.As I've mentioned, our farm used to be a dairy, so there are many brave souls buried here. It is said, and I have never dared find out, that if one spends the night in the old barn on October 31st, that milk will begin dripping from all crevices. I've been told it

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As I explained to my readers back in September the giant pumpkins were created by a mouse lord from long ago. The mouse Lord, named Jimmy, bred the giant pumpkins for geodesic home domes for his colony of mice, of which there were thousands. Mice workers would tunnel in and carve out the giant orb, creating a perfect winter home for a large family of rodents. Mice prefer round objects to anything

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In which Billy Baker the one eyed pug shares a secret of his breed, knowing the audience of this blog is open to the many mysteries of the universe, or at least not judgmental.As a young pup I knew my daily life was unique, as I could see much more like a fly. While I was often ridiculed by even the best of friends, I just got used to the stupid comments. People are much worse than the creatures

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Part OneHe sat under a wire connected to a pasture fence, between a gravel road and a hay field. From his vantage point he could see the three farms in the distance. One had many huge farm vehicles all in a row by a more modern, metal pole building. The other was vintage 40's farm house with wrap front porch and a small garden, with roosters, chickens and dogs. The farthest in the distance was

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Her mother was experienced with life and knew the farm land she grazed was safe, knew there was a running stream, and knew the many areas of woods would protect them from weather and prey. She knew that on rainy nights, the old barn was open to allow them to stand protected out of wind and cold, and that often there was left over corn from what sheep had not eaten. She knew that the sound of the

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"I love you", he said.That is the first thing Juanita would hear in the morning upon waking, and the last thing she heard at night before falling off to sleep. No matter how busy his day, how horrible the winter weather, how many cats had almost killed him while he hunted for her - nothing stopped Pédro from saying those three words to Juanita. And they were not spoken lightly or in a routine

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The barnyard gasp had just sunken into silence when a faint, slow, click-clop was heard in the near distance. A small statured creature from the old barn quietly plodded out to the crowd, it's head bent."Pino!" Lucia cried out to him.Pino took his place next to the Speaker, his eyes showcasing his remorse, his tail laying still out of respect for the serious discussion about to begin.Boone began

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It's that time of year again, hunting season. Paco begins obsessing about the safety of the flock and herd the minute the hunters begin target shooting in nearby hills. Last year he was so upset, that I urged him to come up with creative ways to survive hunting season, no matter if you are a deer, donkey or human. He'll be posting his 2009 ideas through October. Note: this is available as a 7x9"

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Pino has been quietly keeping a diary, which I help transcribe for him. Only subscribers will be privy to all new diary entries.

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So far, we have survived the first morning of hunting season. We are so grateful for Paco. He is preparing buckets for the flock.

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Being a little worry wort, Paco not only has to worry about his giant pumpkin, but he now has to worry about hunting season. Fortunately, he didn't witness the bow incident last week, but he has heard the target shooting all over the coast range. Tomorrow being hunting opener, I suggested he try to channel his worries into ideas and drawings to share with others who might fear hunting season.

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