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Mel’s Show and Tell

I was so excited to see this feature at Mel’s because I loved show and tell day at school when I was a little girl. I remember every Sunday night looking through my toybox for the perfect item to bring to class with me the next day. Usually it was my beloved tattered bear Teddy that was placed into my school bag Monday morning.

Show and Tell

I have two photos to share with everyone today and it’s not Teddy. Sadly Teddy has gone on to the Big Teddy Bear Picnic in the Sky.

Both photos were taken from my kitchen window. I love the views I have to look at while I’m doing the dishes.

Stormy Day

This is Sgt leading our ladies back into the barn for the evening. They were still lambing so we felt it was the safest place for them to be incase one delivered during the night. A storm had just passed by us and as the sun started to come out again the rainbow appeared. Rainbows occur regularly here after the storms and I never get tired of seeing them. The little girl inside me wants to put on her wellies and run as fast as she can to the end of the rainbow to find that pot of gold.

My Back Yard

I took this photo one afternoon while the ewes were grazing and their lambs were playing. The lambs are now spending less and less time close to their moms and more and more time playing with one another. Little lambs seem to have springs for legs and spend a lot of their time bouncing from place to place instead of walking. One of their favorite games to play is what I call “King of the Mountain”. If there is anything on the ground that is higher up then they are, like rock, they will do anything they can to get on top of it. Once one of the lambs has made it atop the rock the others will try to knock him or her off and take their place. The games they play have made me laugh out loud in my kitchen.

If I am having a Eeyore kinda day and need to smile I look out at the lambs.

 

Love Ewe

Life has a strange way of getting in the way sometimes. Every morning I wake up and think “Ill get a post up today.” and before I know it it is 9:30 pm and I’m struggling to keep my eyes open. I don’t know how some people manage to get by on little sleep. I am not one of those people.

Graeme is now nine months old. Nine months! How did that happen? Time is flying by us at amazing speed. For 6 weeks he’s been pulling himself up and crusing the furniture and walls. He is close to walking now. He’s working on perfecting his pincer grasp and loves to yell at everyone.

Graeme and the ladies

Three weeks ago we brought home 10 pregnant ewes to live in our back garden. We should be seeing lambs any day now. Our favorite part of every day is heading out back to check on them. Rain or shine out we go. Graeme bounces with excitement while getting his shoes and hat on and will shout at me if I’m not moving fast enough. Once we get out to the barn area he stands against the fencing and shouts HEY at the ladies. HEY is his favorite thing to say. Mama and Dada rarely escape his lips but HEY is very popular.

For several weeks now Graeme has been getting up to nurse at 4 am. I wondered what happened to my sleeping angel-boy but realized he was waking up because he was hungry. When his latest teeth started coming in there were three nights I was up every hour. EVERY HOUR people! Even as a newborn he wasn’t up every hour. Sleep depravation is a horrible thing no wonder they use it as torture. I spent my days walking into things and mummbling incoherantly. Pleasant.

A few weeks ago Sgt interviewed for a job in Ottawa. His 20 years with the military is creeping up and he is looking into his options. At this point we are both tired of the lifestyle we have been living for almost 18 years and want to put that part of who we are behind us and move forward. I had a huge post composed in my head about the inner struggle I was having about this big change and once again sleep won that round. That happens when you’re surviving on a few hours of rack a day. I hope to post my feelings about it one day soon but for now Graeme and I are headed upstairs to grab some lunch.

Green Acres with photos galore!

We are home from the farm.

Sgt and the boys worked so hard every day helping the with the sheering. I was amazed and proud of the hard work our teens put into every day. Up at 6am, in the wool shed at 8am, working until 6pm or later without complaint. I was sure my boys had been replaced by some type of robot clone because surely these could not have been my boys. My boys would have gone on and on about how hard it was, how tired they were, when could they have another break.

Packing Wool

My Green Eyed Boy packing the fleece into the wool bags.

The ladies

The ladies before …

And after

and after.

Graeme the sheep whisperer

Graeme loved to talk to the ewes. We think he’ll be a sheep whisperer when he grows up.

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Sgt watching and learning about sheering. The spots in the photo are bits of fleece flooting about the wool shed.

Sgt Sheering

Sgt sheering one of the ladies.

 

Our last night there I was asked if I wanted to take home a couple of the bottle lambs. These are lambs that for whatever reason had been rejected by their mothers. As much as I wanted to take these fuzzy little creatures home with me the next day I knew we didn’t have the room in our van to get them here, not with all the luggage and baby paraphernalia. So we did what any sensible person would do …

we went back on Sunday to bring home two little lambs.

YumYum

This is YumYum

Delicious

This is Delicious.

We won’t be raising them to be pets. Come November they will be sent off to the butcher and come back to us wrapped in tidy little packets containing chops, roasts and stew meat. What you must think of me!

In a few weeks we will have of pregnant ewes and come the first weeks of May our little farm will be well on it’s way.

Up a pole

When we got home we noticed there was an orange kitty living in our back shed. She seemed quite friendly and really enjoyed the dogs as you can see. The dogs enjoyed her too.