About a year ago we had Bella and Samson to the vet and had some discussion about breeding. For months and months we watched and noted and counted days… and watched and noted and counted days… and watched and noted and counted days. And nothing happened. Seasons turned and we turned to other tasks – shearing, lambing, hay making. And then in the last few weeks, the kids started noticing a change in Bella. She was a little grouchy and as they put it, becoming obese.
And so, in her own time and season, Mother Nature took charge and delivered the most wonderful surprise… actually seven beautiful surprises. We’re so proud of our wonderful mama and of course the papa too.
Author: Sheeps & Peeps
Sunday Smile
{this moment}
Sunday Muse
The summer ends, and it is time
To face another way. Our theme
Reversed, we harvest the last row
To store against the cold, undo
The garden that will be undone.
We grieve under the weakened sun
To see all earth’s green fountains dried,
And fallen all the works of light.
You do not speak, and I regret
This downfall of the good we sought
As though the fault were mine. I bring
The plow to turn the shattering
Leaves and bent stems into the dark,
From which they may return. At work,
I see you leaving our bright land,
The last cut flowers in your hand.
~ “The Summer Ends” by Wendell Berry
{this moment}
Late Summer
{this moment}
A Friday ritual.
A single photo – no words – capturing a single moment from the week.
A simple, special, extraordinary moment.
A moment to pause, savor and remember.
Participating with the SouleMama blog.
Late Summer
It’s been a busy few weeks, as summer winds down and we work hard to make the most of the pasture grass. The guard dogs and the bachelors are settled in nicely in the back pasture.
After moving and rebuilding temporary fence, the ewes are happily established in the hayfield during the day, moving into the adjoining paddock with strong perimeter fencing during the night.
Which brings us to the lambs… well the lambs are living the high life in paddock #2 of the graveyard field. So far they are growing out nicely, and producing beautiful fleeces that are ooohed and aaahed over when they come in for scoring and testing. They are a lovely flock.
{this moment}
A Friday ritual.
A single photo – no words – capturing a single moment from the week
A simple, special extraordinary moment.
A moment to pause, savor and remember.
Participating with the SouleMama blog.
{this moment}
A Friday ritual.
A single photo – no words – capturing a single moment from the week
A simple, special extraordinary moment.
A moment to pause, savor and remember.
Participating with the SouleMama blog.