First lambs of the season! Two perfect little white ewes, born healthy and impossibly tall to short, economically-built Polly, on a lovely, warm and gently snowing 26th of February. The lambs must have arrived while we ate breakfast, because when I looked out to see how much snow we’d received overnight, I noticed Polly, alone by the grain feeders but accompanied oddly close by a cat. Usually the cats are on the sheep’s backs, so that was odd. continued »
I’m cozied up on a sheepskin in front of the woodstove, sipping a warm glass of red wine and surrounded by over-the-top exuberant seed catalogues and the scratched notes from a year’s worth of fresh eating and experimental homestead farming. Today the sun shines warm into the windows, bounced off the blanket of snow laying protectively over our little farm here in Southwest Wisconsin on the tenth of February. Sheep lay content in pastures. Goats and geese snuggle together in the barn. Chickens are quiet and clustered on their roosts. The thermometer on the front porch reads negative four and I’m making my garden. continued »
Well, here at Circle M we’re still bundled up pretty tight under a lovely blanket of snow. In a month we’ll be lambing then kidding then shearing then planting the market gardens, but for now we’re enjoying the relative daily peace provided by a warm fire, a queue of wool projects and a still short day. continued »
