Coming Soon: Lambs!

Wednesday was shearing day, and as usual Emily made quick and easy work of it. My favorite part is, of course, getting to catch up with her and hear her stories of the past year of life on the road.

It also great to see the color of the wool as it peals back from the shears, and imagine how it will look spun up into yarn.


Emily has some amazing colored wool woven into her hair this year. I’m in total awe.


This might be Granola’s first shearing. I’m not actually certain. She says his wool is much more Rambouillet than BFL.   I’ll be interested to see both how it evolves as he grows, and how his offspring will look.


I love how dark they are underneath the sun-lightened outer layers.




While Darby is a dark, inky black underneath,and Lyra  is not grayish black, Carina tends to be a lovely silver.


The good news is that we were thinking it may be too early to tell if anyone was bred. But, in at least Carina’s case, all indicators point to yes! She’s already got a bit of an udder and her sides are bulging in the best way.

Within the next month I’ll be on lamb watch!

The Still Before The Storm

The weather began to hint at an impending storm, so I ditched my garden tools and grabbed my camera. There’s a certain stillness that overtakes everything right before a good storm, and I wanted to enjoy it. It’s not easy to find still moments here just now; between work (and the Escape Room moving locations downtown), school, and the mountain of outdoor work that must be done this time of year, those small moments of calm are fleeting, and I do my best to catch them and linger there.


In the meantime, Oona has made far too much progress growing up. Her sisters are excelling in their respective programs of study and are headed full-steam into adulthood while I try to hold on to my last baby a little longer.


I’m loving these azaleas I planted this year!



The Americauna chicks are out free-ranging now, and seem so much bigger every day. I can’t wait for blue eggs!



Today I saw the water snake for the first time this year. I’m cool with him as long as he stays in the stream, as in previous years. I’m not thrilled he’s eating the frogs, but he’s part of the ecosystem, so it is what it is.  I think I’ll call him Herb.


Wild irises along the stream.




My Spirea looks amazing right now!


Inside, things are a bit different. The newly-shorn dogs are cowering at the sound of the thunder. I’m still cracking up over how different they look. Thankfully they’ll be cooler this way, and I can access Scout’s hot spots better with the spray the vet gave me. They feel like velvet, shaved so close.  Pretty soon, the sheep will be getting the same treatment, and then hopefully I’ll have a better idea as to their bred/not bred status.