Our six winter lambs are growing so quickly and so well it’s a joy to pop into the little mama corral each morning and see how they’ve changed in 24 hours. Yesterday I noticed that Polly’s Pretty and Precious have developed little caramel-colored booties on their feet – just adorable! continued »
I like to tell people that I’m my sow’s baby daddy, but that’s really only half true. The other half, this year, is Tex. continued »
Several years ago I wrote a post (later published as an article in Farming magazine) called The Dangers of Book Reading that accurately blamed the authors James Herriot, Wendell Berry and Gene Logsdon for the romantic madness that inspired us to move from inner-city Chicago to this remote Wisconsin farm. But there were certainly more than a few farm visits, both before and after we moved here, that inspired us to further risky behaviors, most involving baby animals. Now I find that I’m gleefully on the giving end of such foolishness. continued »
Fresh snow and fresh lambs – what could be better!? continued »
Polly is at the end of a peaceful easy twin delivery tonight. We suspect she may yet drop one more lamb, so we’re checking on her every half hour or so. But she seems very perky and comfortable with her two beautiful, clean ewe babies I’ve decided are Pretty and Precious. When she delivers the long, ropey placenta, we’ll know she’s done. Pictures in the morning!
