It is no secret that I love sheep. I love living around sheep. I love lambing, spring lambs everywhere and hearing all those lamb noises in the barn. I have been working towards this for over 7 months. The whole
One night was all it took to convince us that bringing another orphan lamb into the house would not be the wisest of moves. At first, little Miss Chocolat was very cooperative. She drank the colostrum from her bottle with
Our new adorable Icelandics are really giving us a run for our money! Every time we think we have figured them out, they are still full of surprises. Monday afternoon, it was Dulce, our caramel ewe. After our afternoon chores,
For several days after shearing, all was quite peaceful in the barnyard. The freshly shorn sheep soon returned to their normal routine, and we were back to our usual chores which, thanks to Coco, now included milking, pasteurizing, and making
Thinking that it would still be quite cool after our brutally cold winter, we scheduled our shearing for May 8th. What were we thinking? Our shearer, who incidentally has sheared Welsh Mountain Sheep in Snowdonia, North Wales, arrived in the
Happy St. George’s Day to our readers in England. I am writing this on April 23rd, and it is snowing in the mountains of Pennsylvania yet again! The pastures are finally being transformed from their dull winter brown to the
I know I have said this before, but I LOVE the sheep in the early morning dawn. This morning was no exception. I was a little early arriving at the barn because we were expecting 60 new little baby chicks.
Daria’s mother is still on the farm. We decided to give her a second chance. The issue would be if she had twins. A single, hopefully, would not be a problem. After all, she had managed to nurse Daria’s brother
First, it is Easter Sunday, and it has been snowing all day. Second, I am sitting in my kitchen watching a vignette play out in black and white. From my kitchen window, I have a perfect view of the barnyard.
When Daria arrived at Black Sheep Meadows with her mother last May, she was starving. At 6 weeks of age, she only weighed just over 9 pounds, less than some of our newborn lambs. In her short life she had