Liam’s Getting Old

 

Liam in the pole barn this morning. His eyes are so big and wide. Just like his mother Suzy’s eyes.  His eyes are dilated in this photo, because there is less light in the barn, so his pupil looks more like a human’s eye.  In sunlight, a sheep’s pupil is horizontal which allows them to see in front to the sides and behind them while they are grazing. 

Liam follows me into the pole barn.  He’s looking for grain even though there is the freshest, greenest second-cut hay in the feeders.  There have been days when Liam skips a meal. I’m not sure why, but he is getting old and sometimes he separates himself from the rest of the flock.

Yesterday I made sure he and the older sheep got some grain.  The younger sheep aren’t as interested in it. They’d just as quickly eat the hay.

This morning after I finished mucking out the pole barn Liam stayed behind.  I filled up the water bucket, fed the hens, and filled up the bird feeder.  When I came back, Liam was still in the barn.

He looks stiff like maybe his legs hurt.  He’s a big wether.  Most male sheep, if they’re not kept for breeding are sent to market as lambs.  They don’t get to live as long as my wethers.

When Jon and I lambed about ten years ago, my plan was to send some of the lambs back with the farmer who lent us the breeding Ram (his name was Ted).  But once the lambs were born I knew I was no farmer.  I couldn’t imagine sending them away.

Liam is the last of the sheep born from that lambing.  All the others have already died. So it may be that Liam will not be with us for much longer.

Before I left the barnyard this morning, I brought Liam some hay in the barn.  I watched as he pushed it around with his nose, making a little round nest of it. Then he started to nibble, one strand at a time.

By the time I left, he was eating normally.

Fate And Her Sheep

 

We’re expecting and mix of ice and snow today.  So I may not make it to Bellydancing.

The hens haven’t come out of the roost for days, but they did lay another egg yesterday.  I’m continuing to feed the sheep and donkeys second-cut hay.  Maybe this afternoon I’ll give them some grain too.  The older sheep especially appreciate it this time of year.

 

Rainy Day

Liam, Asher and Kim

The mountains vanished in a thick cloud that covered the whole sky in even gray.  The rain never stopped and the dense mud stuck to my boots.

The sheep and donkeys spent most of their day inside the dry polebarn.

Bud and The Dryer Ball

 

Bud and the shredded dryer ball.

I took the sheets out of the dryer and but could only find two of the three dryer balls. I figured it was stuck in the sheets which I didn’t fold but placed in a pile on the bed.

Later when I came in the house from my studio I found the dryer ball.

But Bud found it first.

He was in the process of spreading it into short strands of wool. At the center was still a golf-sized ball of Issachar’s felted wool.

Sure I was pissed at Bud.  But I also understand how irresistible those dryer balls must be to him.  All soft like a small animal and smelling like sheep.

What else could he do?

Suzy’s Shawl, Wearing Sunshine

Suzy was waiting for the sun to come out so she could take a picture of her latest shawl.

The clouds were thick and the sun never showed his face at the farm.  But to me, the picture of   Suzy’s Shawl was the sun for the day.

The colors that inspired Suzy to make this shawl sold it quickly before it was even done. I imagine it really is like wearing sunshine.

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