…is that it’s raining. Meaning that all of the good folks that are waiting on fleece samples from us at the moment are temporarily out of luck. The finer fleeced animals up at the Arena just look like complete hell. “Frumpy” really doesn’t do it justice. You can certainly tell it’s time to shear. On…
You can tell the picture is current because of the green grass growing where the animals are not, right? We often look at young females like the one at left and fantasize about who we’re going to breed them with when they come of age. Tulip (who was named last summer at birth by our niece…
We are Yankees, we are a complaining people. It’s in our blood. Leaving aside the fact that our town had finally come in and graded the road we live on from the bottom of the hill where it begins all the way to our mailbox, this is just tedious. That was supposed to mark the…
There has been a shift in the daily schedule here necessitated by the time of year. Specifically there are females that are now 10.5 months removed from the date on which they were bred. Though the average gestation here has historically gone some 11 months and 10 days or so we have learned the hard…
All are back home safe and sound from our various adventures due south and west. I can tell from the fact that it took me several minutes just to compose that first sentence that my energy level is not exactly back up to full power yet. We are officially in drool mode. Jen, Ryen, Isabella,…
