Not a lot of interesting things to say the last few months.
Mud mixed with sheep poop. More mud and ice.
North Wind Netty has been my spring cheerleader for the last few years. When I'm tired of winter, weary of hauling hay, cracking the ice out of water buckets, weary of seeing brown earth, Netty is the first to show me a sign of the new life that is to come.
Netty is the first to show me a bag, and she has been the first to lamb the last two years. Go Netty!
I bred her to Pompey Magnus, hoping for an exceptional katmoget (or two?) that will rock the barn with it's awesomeness.
I am going to try to shear the sheep myself this year with my new Lister shears. Looks like some of them, at least, are ready for shearing.
Dalmatica, please give me a white ewe lamb this spring!
Purebred Shetland Valora standing next to a purebred Clun Forest ewe. Look at all the chunk on that big meaty girl. I'm starting to see bags on the two purebred Cluns. I bred them to Justalit'l Boomerang, my Dixen son.
This will be my first time lambing out ewes other than shetlands, I hope they are good mothers. Both are proven, so they should be. I wonder what the Clunland lambs will look like?
A wary Jellybean on my lap as I curl up with a book. A good book and a good dog. Life is good.