I'm too busy with other projects and I really don't want to use the push-mower or weed-whacker. Next act: rams and wethers trim the garden area. The rams and wethers have been hard at work all spring weed-whacking for me.... Continue Reading →
It feels so good to be done with shearing! We feel so accomplished. We figure this must be how it feels to finish a full marathon. The sheep have all been shorn, vaccinated, and had their hooves trimmed. They are... Continue Reading →
We started shearing, but it has been really dreary, cold, and rainy. We took a couple of days off to let the sheep dry and now it's sprinkling again... The weather just doesn't want to cooperate this year. Sunday was... Continue Reading →
Coon loves babes (ewes) all year long. While the other rams gradually lose interest after the normal breeding season, Coon does not. We say he is "obsessed with babes". So, this time of year, he cops this pose as he... Continue Reading →
I've written about this topic before, but we've learned a lot since. We currently run a flock of five intact rams and two wethers; the primary ram (sire) and his six sons, which are all brothers or half brothers. Last... Continue Reading →
Thursday mornings I have to put the bin out for trash collection and the boys were out having an early morning graze. It was a beautiful morning for a few pictures. Especially good to catch a few of Hawk and... Continue Reading →
I wanted to introduce you to the patriarch of the next generation: Heron the Ram. He just turned one year old. His fleece is AMAZING just like his brother Hawk's fleece. They are both out of Tzatziki (very crimpy) and... Continue Reading →
Oh my, I never thought we'd shear that last sheep, but we've finally finished! This is the most sheep we've ever sheared in a season. We've got a pretty good system down now: we team shear, trim hooves, vaccinate, and... Continue Reading →
So, in Florida we would just mow the duff out of the pasture at the end of the season. Apparently, those that live on the prairie are pyromaniacs. Here in Kansas, we just purposefully light it all on fire!
