Coltsfoot, daffodils, maple tree blooms, bulging bellies and finally…
Little Mister 1401 – born on Saturday, out of Maire (my+ra), one of the yearlings, and an unidentified suitor. He is small, weighing 7 lbs 8 ozs but really just the right size as Maire is a yearling and not yet producing much milk. We were a little worried, but he is gaining weight so we’ll let him continue to ‘encourage’ her to produce more.
The remainder of the lamb arrivals will be pretty spread out as it took as several weeks to get all the breeding groups in place last fall. The timing should be pretty good as the pastures are just beginning to green-up after the long, harsh winter.
Shearing Day
Today is the big day! Everyone is tucked inside the barn to stay dry. We’re so excited to see the beautiful fleeces coming off the sheep! We’re sure that the girls are pretty excited to be rid of their heavy winter coats. The best thing is that we will be able to check the condition of the expectant mamas.
{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.
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Sunday Muse
In the Fiber Room
One of These Things
We’ve been playing a lot of “One of These Things Is Not Like the Other” for the last week or so. With the heavy snowfalls and the apparently inherent ‘es-capability’ of hoggets, there has been an on-going game of musical pastures. Each morning at feeding time everyone is moved back to their appointed pasture, and the next morning everyone is back in the barn paddock. This wouldn’t necessarily be a bad thing except for the varying nutritional needs of the different groups. We didn’t really have the time or energy to discover and repair the escape routes before the next round of snow began. So for now… musical pastures it is 🙂
Weekend Blues
What a blessing to be surrounded by these blue skies! Most of the weekend was filled with the most beautiful February weather, and although it began to snow again Sunday afternoon, the air was filled with hope. Because, you see, there were ROBINS! Not just one lonely, lost, what-am-i-doing-so-far-north robin, but dozens and dozens of ROBINS! They were busy as can be in the hayfields and pastures.
So… we’re calling it. It is officially Late Winter! Late Winter! (Please don’t tell us any different.)
Sunday Muse
“Wandering in the winter light
The wind can act the same
They’re witness to salvation
And life starts over again”
~ from ‘Winter Light’ lyrics by Eric Kaz, Antoni Preisner, Linda Ronstadt
‘The Secret Garden’ 1993 film (beautiful video here)
{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.