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Miniature OOAK Sculptured Art Project

This is a work in progress of American Black Bear and her 2 cubs..It's a campaign I've started for the Wildlife and our beautiful woodlands and parks throughout the World, my love of all wildlife..living green, as humans It's our responcibility to care about all living creatures..It's not just about us.

I will be adding more pictures as my W.I.P evolves

SLJ/HFC

BarnYard Gossip ,A collection of humorous country life stories portrayed with clay



BarnYard Gossip

The BardYard Gossip Gang have met every morning for The Oprah Show

and coffee for 25 years...Ohhh she will be missed but they are all very happy for her.

Let me introduce you to NellyBelle She is proud of her Holstein ancestry,her favorite color is green, Favorite TV Show is Oprah of course and Sex and The City, and clover is her most favorite food.

And now I introduce you to Nettie and Cora the Queens of the Hen House and they know everything that goes on in the barnyard. They both run the Red Barn Gazette NewsPaper and Nettie's Column is very popular among the BarnYard Community. Her favorite Topics were" Roosters not Allowed in The Henhouse" that created quite a stir and ruffled some feathers...not to forget her "BoyCott on Chicken Pot Pie"

You just never know what the headlines will read...

Creation part

Each were hand sculpted with polymer clay and hand painted by the artist S.L.Jetton...along with the well worn but very comfy couch and hand painted down to the arm dollies and the pretty yellow dollie. The artist made the tiny Chenille pillows out of vintage chenille in shades of light blue and white.

Cora is setting on her nest on one of the pillows and try as she might, one or two of her eggs have rolled..but not to far.

NellyBelle has a pretty blue flower and pink flower dress on and holds a hanky *snif * in one hoof for the tears of joy along with Nettie watching Oprah's farewell show. NellieBelle holds her tail in the other hoof.

I hope you enjoyed my BarnYard Darlings, it was a summer project that just kept growing...

Thank you for stopping by...feel free to contact me with any questions.

I forgot to mention that the Gang from BarnYard Gossip come in their very own custom heart shaped decorated box.

Included will be a Certificate of Authenticity.

Nettie and Cora have been with me a very long time,they have appeared as cartoon drawings for the past 25 years.

HorseFeather's Creations by SLJ

　





Current to All time favorites of Mine

It has been so warm, my Granny's Lace roses just turned into blooming idiots :)

below is a sculpture I did last year,they have have wonderful

home now,but it was just a favorite of mine.

Hey Harry!..Who's the new Kid?

Frankie and Sahara(Harry)

Frankie is a mare and a registered Paint Tobiano/Sorrel
Sahara is a gelding and a registered American Quarter horse.

The newest Baby..Thor ThunderPants, he is a Soccer fan or maybe he just loves blueberries? He is 5 months old in picture. Thor is very smart and he is very attentive and doesn't miss a thing..quit to learn. His color is called Buckskin he is a registered American Quarter horse.
Thor loves his big blue ball.

Working on a big project for a big dream of mine..

riding arena..



I guess FaceBook has some good points,but I love my Blogger the BEST!
One of my favorite past times is writting, I write poetry-short stories-fictional-and non fictional.

Trace Adkins reminds me so much of my Father,Love you Dad, I knew it just wasn't about "Fishin"
#hangtough #TraceAdkins 

http://youtu.be/IheODRwalEw

This is a story I wrote about my father,called

The River's Roar

Sheri White

My Dad often reminded me.." I was his birthday present", I was born on December the 15th and his birthday followed on the 20th of December. My Dad was tall, towering over me at 6'4"with broad shoulders, dark brown curly hair and strikingly blue eyes. I always thought he looked like the "Duke"John Wayne. I have so many stories of him, where to start ..he was a very unusaul Individual.Who was dealt a brutal hand of the cards at the age of 18,when his Father was killed in a car wreck and at the young age of 18 he Identified his Father. My father was a only child and his relationship with his Father was very close. It was very difficult for my father to share any stories of his Father , I don't believe my Father ever stopped grieving the loss his Father.

I often went fishing with my Father,this particular story I was 5 years old, We were living in Cedar Rapids ,Iowa. The family moved from Springfield,Mo.my home town, to Iowa because of my Father's career.

This fishing trip I will never forget... I remember the Cedar River had flooded..I still remember the bags of sand along the banks and on the bridge. It had been a few days and the river started to go down.The day was sunny and warm and my Dad eagerly pushed our small boat in the river and picked me up and placed me on the wooden bench in the middle of the boat,he put the tackle box and fishing poles in and the gas can for the engine. It was warm that day and you could see how high the water had climbed up on the banks and soaked the ground.

My Dad jumped in and started the small boat engine and we took off searching for a great fishing hole..I sat facing my Dad, I had no fear of the water, I had always loved water and I felt safe with my Father always..we explored up and down the banks..I could see the bridge in the distance and could see how high the river had been by the mud on the bridge. Then all of a sudden I heard sputtering sounds from the engine , then it just stopped.. My Dad spent several minutes working to get the engine to restart..and I looked out towards the center of the river and noticed it was darker in the middle and the water was rushing swiftly, faster then close to the land..I turned back to look at my Father and by now, he had grabbed the oars and he told me in a calm tone for me to sit very still and I did..of course at the time I had no idea of the critical circumstance we were in..the boat had been pulled into the dark waters I had earlier observed, the water was rushing by so fast..I looked back at my Dad and he had both oars in the water and I'll never forget the look on his face, he was focused and I watched as he worked the oars through the water, fighting to get the boat towards the river banks. My Dad had worn his gray khakis that day and those white string tee shirts of that period in the 50s. I could see the muscles in my Father's shoulders and arms ..I watched as he put all his strength in fighting that river to let go of us..My Father was in his early 20s, fearless at that age..but as I looked into his face I could see something unfamiliar to me at the time and with each stroke of the oars cutting through the dark waters of the river trying to pull us deeper into the dark waters..It felt like a battle between my Father and the river. I felt the river's anger slapping at the sides of the boat and could hear this roar from the river. I looked up to see that we had traveled with the river a long way from where we had put the boat in at. My Father was really pulling the oars through the dark waters and you could see the intense, concerned look on his face...and in a few minutes, which seemed so much longer, I could see calmer water and the roaring sound from the middle of the river I heard was much farther away. I could see the relief on my Father's face as we grew closer to the banks..he jumped out and pulled the boat up on the muddy banks.. He picked me up and set me down beside him on the bank and started unloading the tackle box and poles and gas tank from the boat..he handed me the metal tackle box and as I stood there holding the heavy tackle box I felt myself slowly sinking down in the mud.. my Dad turned around to take the tackle box from me and he just broke out into laughter at the sight of me. I had sunk into the muddy river banks up to my knees still holding onto my Dad's tackle box...He was still laughing as he reached down to pick me up and the mud had a pretty good grip on me and then up I came with a tug from my Father with just one sock and shoe on.

I think my Dad was so relieved at getting us back to the safety of the river banks, he never noticed my missing sock and shoe and I'm sure he realized that the river had almost taken us that day, all but for the grace of God we were spared. My Dad never shared that narrow escape from the river that day,It was a day we both never spoke of. My mother asked what happen to my sock and shoe, I just replied the mud got them.

As I reflected back through the years , I recall that day just as clear and I remember the determination and strength of my Father to get us to land and safety. We were not alone in that boat that day. I know that for sure. I had many adventures with my Father through out the years. They have shaped me into the person I am today, the older I get the more I realize I am my Father's Daughter in many ways. But I am also very much my own person.

SLW2012 copyright protected





OOAK ,Shylo and Buttons on Ebay

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ShyLo and Button's Story of how they met...

Heart Tugs

Sometimes between friends Love is showed in many different ways.

Button's and Shylo share a favorite treat of carrots.Provided by Buttons from her secret winter stash.

They first met out by the oldest Big Pine Tree in HorseFeather's Kingdom. A huge pine cone landed on Shylo's head with a plop! and he was startled and began kicking his back feet up galloping around the old pine tree whining and squealing the funniest noises ever heard, which caught Button's attention.

Button's fell back on the soft pine needles giggling endlessly at the sight of Shylo and his funny squeals. Shylo came to a abrupt halt looking down at this fuzzy creature and said " Hey! What are you laughing at?" Buttons jumped up and hopped over to the pine cone that had caused all the ruckus..she brought the pine cone back and said to Shylo.."This is what you were making such a fuss over" Shylo looked at the harmless pinecone and he started giggling too. They began too toss the pine cone back and forth Buttons using her fluffy back paws to bounce it back to Shylo and Shylo popping it up with a nudge of his nose..they both giggled and enjoyed the fun with the pinecone and that is how they come to be friends.