Food for thought

I saw this posted by a commenter on Soulemama this morning and found it so lovely and thought-provoking.  Most of us aren't prepared to follow through on such an ambitious project, but I do so admire this young woman for doing it.  Can you imagine the impact it would have if we all put half that much thought into what we have in our closets?

Changes

(Aslan was still watching after his girls, even though they were on the "wrong" side of the fence)

The weekend brought some changes for the usual inhabitants of the barn.  Nearly since they were born, my "little" girls have had access to the barn at night.  First at their mother's sides and then, after weaning,  as part of their own girl gang.  I do this because I like to keep a close watch on them and observe their personalities and how they are growing out.  I enjoy having close interaction with them several times a day, so they know me and that I'm here to take care of them.  The time has come for them to be big girls and be assimilated into the main ewe flock.  I've been procrastinating, but now that we are getting closer to lambing time, I needed to simplify the routine and open up a space in the barn for the pregnant ewes.  So, the little girls have moved to what we call the driveway lot, which is a small field that contains the road that leads to be back 100 plus acres of the farm.  They will probably stay there for a week or so, then move into the field with the adult ewes.  So far, they don't seem to be giving this plan their approval.  There's been a lot of hanging out right by the gate and my appearance starts up a chorus of baas.  Of course, the real unhappiness set in when they didn't get to come inside that first night.  I told Mike that "the Little Princesses" were out there thinking something had gone terribly wrong.

(Aslan is just a little conflicted here)

The first few days I put them in an adjoining pasture and brought the pregnant ewes into Aslan's field.  It's his job to guard the groups that are in the pastures connected to the barn and he's done a great job watching over the girls from the time they were born until now.  Before he came to live with us, Aslan started his sheep guarding life behind electric fences, which we don't have.  Holly comes in and out of the pastures (squeezing herself through the upper section of the gates).  It has not seemed to occur to Aslan that he could actually leave the field he's in, if he chose to do so and that is a good thing.  He was a little confused when his girls got moved away, but seems to have settled in with the six ewes that are supposed to lamb starting in about 4 weeks.

We took advantage of the crazy mild weather we're having and broke down all the sheep pen panels and Mike used his Bobcat to completely strip out all the old bedding.  We'll be getting several loads of gravel delivered and it will be spread to create a lovely, clean barn floor.   Of course, I'll immediately put down fresh straw, build a pen for the pregnant ewes and the process will begin all over again.  This yearly cycle is one of the things I love most about raising sheep.  It changes a bit from month to month.  I'm already excited about the birth of new lambs.  I promised Mike I would only breed a few this year and I've kept my word.  (It's so hard for me to let them go, it's better if I don't have 50+ lambs born!) 

This weather ...... is ridiculous!  It was 73 degrees when I finished barn chores this evening.  I've got daffodils blooming and I actually heard a few peepers at the pond as I walked to the house.  We're under a severe weather watch tonight and tomorrow because there is a big cold front headed our way and it's predicted to be 15 degrees on Thursday.

My apologies for being absent from here so much lately.  I'm still dealing with the rotator cuff injury and getting comfortable enough to sleep has been elusive.  I'm going to town for physical therapy several days a week, which I don't like doing because it wrecks my whole day.  I'll admit I'm struggling a bit with my resolve to be a more positive person this year.  (Now that I've written that I realize I need to buck up and try harder.)  So, I guess there's my reminder.  I'll try harder!  I'll be back soon.

Friday morning

(Aslan on the job)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

(Chickens at work)

(Holly is working hard, too)

 

It's frosty but the sun is out and everyone seems content to do their job today.  Hope you're having a sunny day where you are.

These days

I've written before about how this time in January is a time of transition - a quiet time, really.  The daily chores are pretty much the same every day and right now it takes hours to complete them. Mornings, I'm feeding hay to the sheep, llamas and alpacas, feeding mash and corn to the chickens and peafowl.  A little grain and more hay to the sheep in the evenings, hay and alpaca pellets to the fiber boys, hay and pellets to Pippi and Strawberry.  They are all ravenous, twice a day.  They would have you believe they are actually starving.  I think they are sometimes bored.  Mr. Bates has taken to heading straight for the alpaca's mineral feeder when I let him out in the mornings.  If I don't get there first, he bashes it until it falls to the ground....just because he can.  (If only I could teach him to use Pinterest!)  Soon though, the grass will start greening (hard to believe, looking at it now) and lambs will start being born and there will be plenty to distract us all.

(Needle size US 35, anyone?)

I am never bored.  Seriously.  Never, ever bored.  There is so much I want to do (let's not mention all those chores I must and need to do) and not nearly enough time to do it all.  I have UFO's (unfinished objects) aplenty and even more I'd like to cast on right now, but I'm sticking to my resolve to work on the backlog of knitting and hope to have a few new/old finished knits to show soon.

And, then there is my full-time job as personal servant to Carson.....who comes to the back door of the studio more times than I can count every day.  He walks in, as though he owns the place, nibbles a few morsels of food, sometimes pauses for a little lie-down and then saunters to the front door and requests the door-person to let him out.

(I suppose I can be grateful that the sheep are not able to follow Carson's lead!)

*And speaking of my Mr. Bates, I'm sorry but I'm a little worried.  I hope I don't regret naming my favorite ram lamb after this Mr. Bates!