…Wait a minute…do I know you?
Today I brought Ohren and Barron down to the pasture. This was their first time back since they were quite small, and their first time seeing mom and dad since weaning a short month ago. I wasn’t sure how they’d react; Darling’s ewe, Licorice, always remembers her lambs and even allows them to attempt nursing. That, I must tell you, is a sight to see, as her lambs at that point are nearly as big as she is and they toss that ewe’s back end right up off the ground in an attempt to get a lick smacking taste of mamma’s milk. Unfortunately, the milk wagon is always dry, but it takes them a good couple of weeks to finally figure it out.
There’s something familiar about you that I can’t quite put my nose on…
I needn’t have worried about Taffy and the boys, though. After the initial excitement of seeing other sheep, there was a very brief, “How do you do? Have we met before?” exchange, and that was it. Taffy and Bessie wandered off with Phantom, and the twins spent the rest of the day hanging with the guys; Carrot, their dad, and Uncle Pokey.
Barron says hello to his dad, Carrot.
This is the second day that Bessie and Phantom have joined the flock in the pasture. Phantom is still so small that I don’t let them spend the night. At least, I didn’t last night. Darling and I went down late this evening and I decided that I had just enough fencing there that I could make a small corral up near the front of the pasture, right beneath the neighbor’s window. I wouldn’t let them wander in the back with the risk of coyotes (probably shouldn’t even during the day), but I’m pretty comfortable with them right now. Besides, it was raining (surprise!) when Darling and I walked down there, it was getting dark, and we really didn’t want to try to lead a reluctant ewe and her lamb the half mile home. Our pants were wet all the way up to our thighs from walking through the tall grass in an attempt to find the girls as it was.
Phantom beneath the trees.
Taffy was so happy to see Bessie that she refused to be separated from her. She’s spent the last two weeks with the rams, and she was ready for a little girl talk! So it’s a bit of a slumber party in that little corral, with Bessie, Taffy and Phantom all snuggled up for the night, while the four guys are roughing it on the outside. Even in the sheep world, it would seem, guys have something to prove!
A bit of sad news reached us here this week via the Farmer’s Market Newsletter. There was a sweet little tent serving breakfast burritos and wonderfully yummy Jamaican pulled pork burritos called Dad and Lads down there. The boys were learning how to do customer service and run a little business…they were so sweet! We learned the other day that Dad passed away this week. I’m not sure why, details weren’t available at the time.
And so it will be with a heavy heart that the market operates this weekend…