Of course, every time I say that, someone else has another lamb. But the last ewe left is the one in the place holder image…
I’ve gotten behind on lambs, mostly because I’m worried about one and didn’t want to post about her all excited and have her drop dead. But she keeps not dying, and I owe y’all pictures! PLUS NOW THERE IS BABY COW.
This morning was sort of monumental, in that for the first time in 3 years I actually got to watch a Soay ewe give birth (I live-tweeted it, because of course I did).
And hey, I’m all productive today! So here’s a first draft of flash fiction for a kudzupunk zine a friend is trying to pull together.
So I went out this morning and did my normal walk around while the husband mixed up buckets of feed, when a piece of shadow detached itself from the side of the hay bale…
Life, uh, life finds a way…
Whew. So. Eventful few days, eh? The goatlings are doing well. The doeling’s hip is dislocated. Consultation with a couple vets has yielded the verdict “there’s not much to be done”. We can put it back in (I have a couple times) but it doesn’t stay. There’s no good way to immobilize a hip, and […]
I didn’t want house goats. But I didn’t want dead baby goats either, and it was starting to look like those two desires were in conflict. Yeah so these two were actually born yesterday. I have dithered over whether to show them to you because their survival is dicey. This morning I brought them inside […]
February is, mostly the most boring time of the farming year. It’s a time of waiting for other things to happen. Everything that can be done is done and it feels like lambs will never arrive and spring will never roll back around again and …. And then Ella proves me wrong by deciding to […]
Look, blame Ursula Vernon for this, OK? She quipped on Twitter that I was like the Fox Fire books, but set in hell, and then I started tweeting out snippets of wisdom from the alternate universe in my brain where, in fact, the Fox Fire books were set in hell. And then a bunch of […]