Tuesday, March 9, 2010
Sunday, March 7, 2010
So far in addition to Charity; Aileen, Whimsy, Coco and Gale have lambed with a ram and ewe lamb each. Liam and Calbaut our two herd sires for this lambing have proven their ability be the Prince Charming for their lovely girls. So far we are seeing luster, curls and terrific structure from all the lambs. A few will be dark grey, a couple light grey and several moorits.
Maggie followed Charity with the elan of an overachiever. She popped out three flashy little kids, two handsome bucklings and a precious doeling the DH has already named Cricket because she loves to hop into his lap for loves. Yes my George is a goat guy, he loves his little Nigies and they love him right back.
Hello again between lambings! I started out lambing this year somewhat sleep deprived due to the arrival of Miss Hanna Mae a charming English Shepherd puppy. SaraJane our current farm dog is doubtful about the charming part, After a few squabbles Sara has realized that: A. the puppy is here to stay and B. She might as well step in and start training her properly. This includes guarding the farm from marauding flocks of avians, keeping the barn cats in line, washing sheep faces and being underfoot.
Sunday, February 28, 2010
Sunday, September 6, 2009
The crispness of late summer is one of sounds; crunchy grass underfoot and cranky critters complaining to the management that their food is overcooked.
The September rains came right on time this year. There was a deep sigh from the entire farm as the first drops began to fall. I always fancy I can here the cracks in the earth "snap!" shut and the grass begin squeakily pushing out new growth.
The sheep visibly relax with the first rain. Their demeanor here is probably the same as the sheep in colder climes welcoming the first taste of spring. The hard days of summer or winter are about to change for the better.
The head gardener works on the basis that Mother Nature hates a vacuum. So if a bare spot shows up she ( the H.G.) will drop a seed head from somewhere else or poke a tiny potato into the dirt. Its like a treasure hunt at times....you never know when you will find a nest of potatos when foraging for dinner.
So...here is your 'point to ponder' for the day. When the sheep eat apples do their cuds taste like applesauce? or hard cider? No wonder they are so happy this time of year!