Lydia Joins the Flock

Have you ever had that total surprise? That surprise you were not expecting at all? That morning that you go out, half asleep, and do chores. Then you realize that in a stall is a little fluff of brown that is too small for everyone else and can only be a new baby?

That happened to me when I went out on the 24th of January. A totally different day from the recent dreary as all get out ones. It was bright sunny. But there was this little bit of a lamb standing by her mother. She caused me to hurry and put out feed and run to the house for a towel and camera. The towel was for making sure she was dry as it was a cool morning, and I didn’t want her to be damp for too long. Had no idea when she was born. The camera was for the obvious.

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I don’t know how old but only minutes from when I first saw her.

Now this was surprise. Who knew that Jacob had gotten to Ruth in August? Certainly not I. But he fathered with her a lovely and, although she looks half asleep here, one of the most feisty lively little ones to be born – ever.

She must have been born quite some time before as she was mostly dry and mama had taken care of her quite well. This was Ruth’s first baby as last year she was quite ill and so didn’t have a lamb. Glad we didn’t cull her or we would have missed this little bundle of joy.

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Sitting on my lap and hollering quite loudly for mama to come and rescue her.

One of the activities I try to do each time I’m out is to hold Lydia for a bit of time and get her used to me. At first she was fairly easy to capture. Now that she can duck under anything at top speed, it is much harder to catch her. She can run like the wind. Outrun anyone (Well, except the horses, but I bet it is a close call there.) in the pasture. The first week I so enjoyed just sitting and holding the ugly little thing. Thankfully, she has aged well over the couple weeks of her life and doesn’t look quite so silly as the above picture. She is growing into those huge ears. Albeit, I may joke about that picture but she is so cute in it really, despite the silly look.

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Some rest time together. Mother and daughter.

Despite my doubts about what kind of mother Ruth would be, she has done quite well. She is not a helicopter mother like Naomi was, but she does keep tabs on her baby at least by sound. I guess it is good that she isn’t a helicopter mom though, as her little girl does absolutely love to explore and head out to who knows where. But when mom is done eating, when they get their feed, she’ll come out and call a couple of times and Little One will come running. Or when Lydia is suddenly needing mom she will holler and eventually they find each other.

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Lydia inherited her father’s long legs. Mom watching behind.

When it went back down to really cold we did create a coat for her as they don’t make then her size around here. It was a sleeve from a sweatshirt that had to be cut a bit to fit her but it kept her much larger mama happy to think she wouldn’t freeze at night. It actually kept her dry as well and didn’t soak through with some of our rain. But with extended rain arriving along with warmer weather she got to be freed of her little coat. Alas, that green coat made her so much easier to find in a pasture against the dullness of winter that she blends so well into. I could kick myself though as I didn’t get a picture of her in it. Maybe I’ll have to put it back on her for a picture. That will make her happy. Not! We did buy materials to make our own baby lamb coats. Will see, if I decide she needs one that fits better.

So a last picture that I think any mom would appreciate. Little One is settled for a rest (something she doesn’t do often) and mom also gets to rest a bit as well. When I went to take this picture they were both settled in with eyes closed.

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Nap time at the nursery.

We are expecting babies in March so, yep, a January one was a surprise but a sweet one.

Oh, and if anyone is wondering about my fibery pursuits. I do have a new warp on the loom, but I don’t have any pictures yet of it. It is good as at my weaving guild, I am participating in a twill weaving group and must have something I wove to go with the theme by next meeting. That has helped to get a warp on and it is all ready to start weaving unless I find a problem with it. Hopefully, not. Fingers crossed. Will be weaving tomorrow.

 

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A Sheep is born looking for…..

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My bouncing baby John

Have you ever gotten up in the morning and wondered how the day would end? I haven’t often wondered, but today was one of those days that was going well and now … well … Mark is going to sleep, and I’m sitting here bawling my eyes out still. I didn’t know I would feel this bad by the end of the day when I got up this morning.

I have had a busy life of late and haven’t written down any memories for myself here in some time as it does take some time to get pictures together and decide what to write and proof read it and get it all set and then publish. But right now, I really don’t seem to care about sleep or much of anything, so thought I would write instead. It would seem more appropriate if I was writing with pen and paper though as the paper would be full of tear stains and show better my feelings.

I was warm in the blankets on the couch and saw that it was 3pm. I’ll wait to go take care of the animals. I thought. It was a bit early, but oh how I wish I had gone then … now. At 4:30 – who knew time could pass that quickly – Mark came in and just said, “I have bad news.” Not thinking anything too much, I asked the question and he said, “There’s a sheep dead in the pasture.” My first thought, “Who is it?” But of course, he didn’t know.

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Sweet twin boys checking out their new home.

Well, I quickly changed, grabbed a skirt that didn’t matter what got on it and ran out. Mark was by my sleeping baby and said, “It’s a boy.” I got close enough to see his head and just said, “Oh, John.” Long extended John. A cry for my poor baby. He was just gone. No sign of anything having gotten him. No foaming at the mouth. No cuts or tears. Nothing, He was just laying there eyes wide open and gone.

Can you imagine how I wished then I had gone out at 3pm. Maybe I would have seen something or could have at least been with him.

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Even when James and John were older they would still do synchronized pacing as they did when but babies whenever by a gate or fence for mama. (John is on the left.)

Well, what to do at this point? My first cry was I wanted his wool and what better way to practice shearing than on a dead sheep. No worries about cutting him or controlling him. So we got him to the barn, and between us we got some shearing practice in. Then it was – where were we going to bury him? So he now lies on the ridge but can I just say that digging in our clay is a hard slog. I would have gotten a bit deeper hole but Mark had had enough. So it was bring him out an lay him to rest. Well, it got dark so he is buried, but tomorrow we will make his grave a bit more secure, and I’d love to plant something on it. I did go ahead after Mark went in and haul some logs out there and lay them on top just to be safe until we could finish it up well tomorrow.

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Brothers who still hung out together even after they got older. John on top.

I will miss the little booger. He dearly loved feed time and would do whatever it took to get his head in the bucket before I put it out. He was my only sheep that would jump up on you if there was a chance of food. he was a friendly sort and would come and see you when you went out.

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John kisses

John and his brother James were my first two babies. I picked them up when they became orphans and bottle fed them. They were such sweethearts and my first loves. Soon after Sarah also joined them in the backyard, and I was bottle feeding three at once. I loved it all. Even the early mornings and the late nights. I had a bottle in each hand and one between my knees as they would down them and then go out and see the big world beyond.

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The three bottle babies after they grew up. Sarah, John, and James.

It has been a rough patch here. Remembering that it was November last year that we had to put Sam to sleep. (My dog that is in the second picture.) Then we have lost another ram a few weeks ago. That is a whole different story and there was a chance he would die that day. He was a mean ole ram that I wanted to put in the freezer, but Mark liked. Alas he didn’t make the freezer, but soon his skull and beautiful horns and fleece will be what I have left of him. I did cry over the crazy boy in the moment but really haven’t missed him as he was a bigger handful than I could handle.

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The last picture I have of John taken November 21st.

But boy will I miss John. Can I just add he had great wool. Will miss it for the years to come. Also as the saying goes – A Sheep is born looking for a place to die. If I were to pick which of the twins would die first, it would have been James. He’s never been in great form or shape. Always a bit lesser than all the rest. But he has a heart of gold and such sweetness. The saddest bit today was him coming by and seeing his brother. He was even baaing out there. He never baas. I think he was calling for his brother and needed him. Alas James, all you have is me now. Brother is no longer there to help you through life.

John

February 24, 2017 – December 16, 2018

 

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I Finally Started It!

Well, yes I did, but not the way one is suppose to. I am talking about my Lena dress that has been hanging over my head for a year now. I’ve been trying to make a muslin of the dress to make sure I get it all the right way before cutting my handwoven fabric. Now, I am working from a pattern, but I am also changing the sleeves somewhat. Can I do this? It’s looking like it might take me down.

But I decided that I was going to at least start sewing, I had to succeed somewhere, and the way to do that was to start with the skirt which is pretty straight forward. Sewing four rectangle panels together. Ok, so that sounds easy, right? Well three of them were very easy to connect together. But then I needed a split in the fourth down the front in the middle to help get it on and off. Done! Then there are these gussets at the bottom of each side to give it a bit of a flair. And to add onto that piping down both seams. So after getting the cut done and sewed up, I worked on the gussets. Got them cut and one attached to the center panel. Then had to stop and go back to the house as Mark was home.

So yes, progress is taking place and even under a bit of a less than ideal set up. See this picture with three outlets along that wall?

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Three non-working outlets in a messy room

None of those three had power. I checked the other side and no power. Yes, oddly this space up above the barn has an outlet about every three feet along the walls. Not sure what was done up there before us. But what good are outlets without power? So after checking around. Thankfully the ones with the air conditioner and the fan in the other room were working. So I moved my mom’s sewing machine in there on a small wooden box and was able to sew.

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Sewing set up

I have sewn in this manner with the machine in the other picture before so this was nothing new. Just not as easy as doing it on the table.

But can’t you see the excitement? Or maybe not, but that is a seam being sewn to connect two panels of the skirt of my Lena dress. Yippy! After I get the fourth connected (and I may do part of it by hand just so I get it all manipulated right), I will gauge the top of it and be ready to tackle the bodice and sleeves again. I’m pretty sure that none of that will affect what I’ve done on the skirt or vice versa. The last thing to do after the bodice and sleeves will be hemming and making sure the length is correct.

I have finally started sewing. So there is that for this project. And Mark is going to check the breaker box and whatever may be happening with those outlets.

 

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My Lena Dress – Not Forgotten

I just realized that I hadn’t recorded about the progress on my dress. I began this way too long ago, Lena’s Dress is on the Loom, but here we sit still with an unfinished dress. The cloth has been all woven and off the loom and the eternal wet finishing of a long piece completed. But, then things didn’t go so well. Not that they started so well – either.

There were problems with the beginning and some of it was broken warp threads and … well just a bunch of boogery things to drive a soul crazy.

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One reason we cut off and started over again. What is going on with that white warp thread?

Yep, I ended up cutting off and rechecking the threading and starting over again. This time things looked much better alas was it “let’s drive her crazy” free? No, not even.

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CHT goody bag gifts come in handy in this loom room

But we were moving and getting cloth that was working out pretty well. There were lots of little bits that made the wet finishing go longer as I fixed problem areas, but considering the start, we were happy.

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A favorite sight. A cloth beam filling up.

Then we were getting near the end and I was hoping for another half yard at least but then things went really wonky and one bout on the back beam broke free. Not sure why they were so unhappy back there, but they decided being tense was too much and thus put a stop to my weaving. I wasn’t about to try and fix that for just an half yard more, when I should really have enough for the dress.

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The end in sight! Alas, right before the freedom lovers broke loose.

So what next? The scissors came out and it was cut off. All that cloth was done with this first bit of the journey.

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Off the loom!

What Next? Well, to make the dress like the original, I needed to weave a solid blue piece for piping, buttons, and false buttons for adornment. But I had enough of this battle so the decision was made to just use the same fabric for these other jobs as well. I knew it wouldn’t look as nice but I was tired of this project, and, for me, the worse was yet to come as I really don’t enjoy sewing. Alas, every time I tried to work on a mock up of the dress before cutting into this cloth, I got frustrated and then said to self, “I can weave better than work on this.” So slowly a solid warp ended up on the loom to weave the extra bits I needed. Now it went rough as well, but it took my husband walking past, me complaining, to come up with the simple reason for some trouble and soon that was fixed. So we got some length for the accent cloth.

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Done as well.

So once I finished this, I was happy I went ahead with it. But now it is time to get back to that mockup. Yikes! Still not feeling confident about it, but I did talk to a lady who knows a bit about sewing, and so I have some idea of what I need to do next. I have a pattern that will work for most of the dress but really need to change up the sleeve a bit, so must go and work on it. Today! Maybe typing those words will help me get out there and at it. I can really put off a job that I’m not enjoying. I will head out into the heat and hopefully get something accomplished.

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Fiddling with the mockup. Close but no award yet.

 

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Fourth Child Syndrome

I realized when I posted my last memory that I had never made a post for Abigail. We did have a fourth baby born here on April 28th. So per the fourth child truth – fewer pictures and forgetful to do what was done for the rest. But alas she is the sweetest one. Her parents were Rebekah and Peter. So coming up with a name was hard and I had a couple and despite thinking that Abigail was too big of a name for such a wee thing, I decided she could grow into it, and I do like Abigail in the Bible.

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Not an hour or a bit more old. The afterbirth is to the left.

So I went out to see how everyone was doing on that April day and these two greeted me. Thankfully, Abby didn’t get all sandy like Phoebe did before getting cleaned up. She was quite the wee little thing and so very precious with a pretty sweet face. So reminded me of when we got Sarah.

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Posing after getting things done after her baby’s birth.

They looked so cute together and Rebekah stayed right with her new little one. Taking so much care of her. She is the smallest of the lambs. But how to pick pictures? You see she was the fourth, and I didn’t get as many pictures of her as Samuel who was first. No one has as many pictures as Samuel. But she is cute in about all that I do have of her. And her mother and me pictures are just precious.

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How many times can I use precious before it gets old?

But I did find this interesting. In going out and checking on everyone when Abby was five days old, I found Little One in the extra bowl that is under the barn overhang. All curled up. Fast asleep. Mama laying closely by.

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Don’t you dare wake up my sleeping baby!

Now as cute as that was and as hard to get a good picture under there, two days later I go out and what do I find? Abby in the bowl again. Wide awake this time. But mama and daddy are on each side of her keeping close guard. So sweet and lovely.

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Sarah checking in with the new one but then looking at me.

So now just shy of a month old she is out and bouncing everywhere. She can get that lamb bounce going quite well. A Lively little girl. Still smallish but eating well. Oh, if you need to have a calming moment. A time to just relax. Nothing like a baby lamb to do it for you.

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Shall I test this plant for eating?

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Shearing Day

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Jacob with his new haircut and forgotten tail. Yep a lot was going on with him.

So Mark wanted to try and shear the sheep. We did end up with one looking ok, but then it didn’t go well even with some advice. So next step? Check out to see if you can find a shearer to come and do it for you and watch. Mark emailed a contact he found that wasn’t too far away, and she was able to come out yesterday.

We were sure nervous about the whole ordeal. What to expect. What would happen. Were we set up like they would like. Too much to worry about for first timers. Especially when we needed to pen them up and not let them eat from noon the day before. Oops. We both forgot that one till about 4pm. They did end up with less than what they would normally eat from then on but still a bit much. Especially when we had a system we thought would work set up to pen them without food but some water. And the way it was done would make it easy to move them to be sheared.

Oh dear, I looked out the window at 7:20am (they were to arrive at 8am) and the sheep had escaped and were happily grazing away. We ran out so very fast and tried to get them penned back up without feed. Yeah! Right! So a bit of feed helped with the ordeal. But then we only got a little over half in the pen that they couldn’t get out of. So shut them up and then tried again with the rest at a less secure spot. Thankfully, they followed in, and Mark stayed guard.

Kathryn and her boyfriend arrived and got set up, and we got to the job. They have just started in the business and got their certifications this year. So we were their tenth farm to visit. What was nice is that they like doing small flocks yet as they aren’t fast and don’t like to rush it as they are still newish at it. They take their time and are very careful of cutting the sheep and actually are quite sorry when it happens, as it will happen. We all got along well, and it went smoothly. Well, smoothly for dealing with animals who aren’t happy with what is up.

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The group to end up in the less secure area

Above, can you see, not so little, Samuel with his tiny horns to the left of Sarah? He ended up with this lot while his mother was in the other pen. He decided he didn’t like this idea and needed his mother and the two of them held a loud conversation across the yard. Now, he could escape easily but wasn’t trying, and I tried to get him out which he wasn’t having any of. Life was just a bit stressful in the moment. He did finally make a break for it under the panel and got over to mom which had one side that the babies could get through Finally he felt safe with mom. Sarah, staring at us, wasn’t getting sheared today as we deemed her pretty good from when Mark tried her a few weeks before. Alas, she wasn’t sure why she was imprisoned with the rest this time. But it was much easier to have them all together than to sort them.

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Rebekah getting sheared again as she needed touched up from Mark’s job.

In the end, we had 9 sheep sheared. Three we declared good enough form Mark’s try. Above Rebekah had been attempted before but needed a new cut. So she is getting a second go in one season. I’m sure she didn’t appreciate that.

If you look at the pen behind. You can see that Samuel has made it over to mom. He is the brown littler one with his horns. All was now well for him. The four babies did all eventually get out and just go play. It is one the greatest joys on this small farm to watch the four of them playing together. They get along well.

And what is all this trouble for?

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Don’t remember whose fleece this is but I’m excited.

I had made a makeshift table to put the fleece on and do a quick sort of it and pull out the nasty bits and short bits and toss them to the side for the compost. Then I had some cloth bags I had made to stuff the fleece in for storage and wrote on each whose fleece it was.

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Getting on with it however it can be done for everyone’s ease

So in the picture above, There are three bags over the fence of fleece. I had already taken some to the house. The pile of what would go to the compost is beside the sawhorse. Little, or not so little, Joseph is out of focus by the water trough. Oh, and with their eating that shouldn’t have happened? We only had one, Peter, who pooped in the process of being sheared. Oops.

When all was done, we went up to my fiber room as they were interested in the Great Wheel Mark had made me. When they left, Mark wanted to run to Tractor Supply so we went to Giddings and had lunch at Whataburger and then hit the store. At this point the shearing day was over but not the farm work day by a long shot. Lots more sweating (90F before we finished shearing) and work followed when home again.

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Too Much Cuteness to Keep on the Farm

So life is pretty nice this spring. But of course, if you can just go outside and see new babies having fun, how can one be down or depressed. Nothing like sweet lamb smiles and hopping, and playing, and nursing, and … to put a smile on your face.

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Joseph and his very serious face

The boys are growing so fast Samuel is 25 days old today and Joseph is 18 days old. They are both full of life and fun. They spend a lot of time playing together which makes me happy they were born a week apart and have each other as companion. You can’t get too much of those sweet brown faces.

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Samuel standing tall

They still need their little boy rests and side by side is where you will find them. One would think they were twins. Really, it is only when they need their respective mothers that they are apart. And though they are such fun and a joy. They aren’t alone anymore as the only littles on this farm.

Tuesday morning doing chores I thought that Naomi was acting quite beyond weird. She didn’t run up for their treat (they get a littleĀ  each morning and late afternoon but hard to count it as feed as they don’t get a lot). In fact, she stayed by the trees with the two boys. Why did Samuel and Joseph hang out with Naomi? She isn’t either of theirs mother.

After chores I went to check on her and though everyone had moved to the upper pasture, Naomi was laying down by the fence with guess who? Yep, Samuel and Joseph were right there with her. This part of the story still puzzles me as this was not, nor is, the norm.

Then I went out later again to see about her and what greeted me?

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A brand new baby Phoebe

Naomi had a baby girl in the sand. This was fairly recent as Phoebe’s (took a long time to name her so she was Little One for a day) cord was still wet and somewhat red. Naomi still had placenta hanging out her rear that soon finished coming out so got it taken cared of quickly. But having a baby in a sandy area does present a bit of a problem. Though Phoebe was cleaned up on her head and legs, who wanted to lick all that sand off her back? Not mom. Boy was I wishing I had brought a towel out with me. But who knew.

Now despite a nice very thin girl, Naomi seemed very tired and over-done. I was wishing I had come out just a bit earlier to check on her, as I am assuming the birth wasn’t as easy as the boy’s were. I gave her extra feed which she gobbled down. But still little movement or care.

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Mommy and daughter enjoying a good lie down

I then remembered about molasses water for new mom’s to help bring back their energy (all the time I spend watching homestead vlogs does come in handy – thanks Rose). Ran in the house and got the molasses and ran back to the barn (now “ran” is the wrong word here as this kid runs for nothing except real emergencies, a good hurry would be a better term) poured a glug into a bucket then ran water in it till it was dissolved and set it by Naomi. She downed the whole thing in no time.

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In the upper pasture eating and exploring

Having to leave, I texted Mark an hour later asking how all were doing. He said they had gone up to the upper pasture and Naomi was grazing and Phoebe laying nearby. I was so happy at that point. They are both doing well despite how thin Phoebe looked or tired Naomi was. Today most of Phoebe’s sand is worn off. I am giving her some electrolytes to help her along as she needed an extra boost. But all in all, they are wonderful and out having a good day today.

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Found mom after a short separation

It is a wonder to watch the mother’s and their babies. They can get a bit apart and one or the other will call. Then the other responds, and they call back and forth. Then you can see the joy when they find each other and all is well again with the world. I would love to know the baas as they hear them. Sometimes the mom’s just ignore them and sometimes they immediately jump up and go searching. Same with the babies listening to mom. One day, the boys were ignoring both their mom’s as they played. Then with just one baa from each of the moms, both boys jumped and were across the pasture in a second and at the moms’ side. I wonder if that last baa was the, “If you don’t get your bottom over her this second, you will grounded till you graduate from high school!!!!!”

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Another New Member to the Farm

Ok, so maybe one can have too many baby pictures … nope, I doubt it. Samuel was born mid-day Palm Sunday, and only Mark got to see him brand new. I missed out that Sunday. But the next Sunday, and Resurrection day no less, I got to be the first to meet a new little.

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Joseph and mama Rachel

I headed out to do my normal morning chores and on Sundays it is generally a quick job in order to get ready and off to church. Alas this morning we were almost late.

I thought I saw something strange in the pasture as Rachel was a little ways out and a hollering. Not normal. But the odd bit was that her legs looked brown. They aren’t. Now just the afternoon before I commented that she looked about to pop. Her udder was full and all looked ready for a baby. Turns out she was, as sometime well before 7am Sunday morning, she gave birth to Joseph.

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Exploring his brave new world

I hurried out to the pasture and got to meet another little boy. So sweet. Spent a bit of time with him and his mother. All looked very well. His cord was dry, and he was clean and dry. I’m thinking he was born a good bit before. I went hunting for any remnants and found the afterbirth in the sheep shed. The odd bit is that it was partially under the wall. Not sure how Rachel managed that.

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Joseph with his white spot

Needless to say, if there was a doubt, there is none as to who is his father. Just like Samuel they got their father’s color gene. Although they were darker when born and are fading some now, it is good to see it there. I will say that Joseph, to me, always looks like he is crying as he has that white spot between his right eye and nose. Always makes me think of a tear drop.

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Following mama around the pasture

Can you imagine finding a new lamb in the pasture on Resurrection morning? The day we celebrate that Christ, The Lamb of God, came to cover all our sins with his shed blood. But that wasn’t all. He was buried and rose again three days and nights later. Triumphing over the grave and death. No more need of the sacrifice of lambs. I must admit, I had a bit of communion with just myself the Lord before heading to get ready for church.

And although I did manage to get there before the service started, I was late enough for Mark to call and see if there was a problem. Then I had to tell everyone. Even those who really didn’t care. Too bad. They got my bubbly joy anyway.

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Newest Member of the Farm

So this weekend I went to the Contemporary Handweavers of Texas Art Camp. Had a great time learning about making pine needle baskets and other crafts.

But the best part of the Weekend?

When just getting back in class Sunday afternoon, I heard my phone vibrating and decided to check it. It was Mark wanting to let me know that we had a new lamb. Hannah had probably just birthed a little dark boy just minutes before Mark discovered them. Mark did a video that he sent and then we FaceTimed so I could watch them. No doubt at all who the little feller’s father was. The Herd Ram we bought is a Gulf Coast Native that has the color gene. His legs and head are dark brown but not his wool. Well, Jacob sent more than a little color on to his little offspring that looks to have it all over and even in the little wool he’s born with. Here’s hoping that it doesn’t all fade away.

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Samuel almost 48 hours old

 

But on the farm, the event started when Mark heard Candy, his horse, having an apoplectic fit out by the fence. He went out to see what the trouble was and there was Hannah and her baby. Must have just been born. As in just been born. After a quick check all seemed well. Candy must have seen what was up and decided someone needed to check in on her sheep. She does watch over them carefully.

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“My little baby boy. So sweet.”

So what do you name a new little one? When we picked up the twin bottle babies, it became natural that they be named James and John. After that all the sheep were named from the Bible. So if you have a sweet mama who is carefully watching over her baby, and her name is Hannah – it rather is a no-brainer that her little boy should be named Samuel, and Samuel he became.

James was butting poor lil’ Samuel, so Mark moved he and his mother to the backyard. Also we could keep an eye on them and make sure that he was nursing well and she was doing well as a first time mama. Well, it is a plus on both accounts. She keeps such a watch over him, and he keeps a close watch on her. They aren’t ever too far apart. He drinks frequently. Hops all around and checks on what mother is eating. Then there are breaks to just lay down and rest and maybe take a quick nap before trying to find that never ending milk supply. I’ve seen him wet and poop and all seems well.

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“Mama, who are these people, and why are they taking pictures of me?”

So Palm Sunday we receive a new baby lamb. The day that commemorates the Lamb of God willingly entering Jerusalem knowing that before the week is out he will die on a cross but three days later that glorious morning would come when Mary Magdalene and other women would come to the tomb at sunrise and hear an angel tell them the great news of a Savior who died for all our sins but that death could not hold Him. He had power over death and rose again bringing life to all who believe.

The next day John seeth Jesus coming unto Him, and saith, Behold the Lamb of God, which taketh away the sin of the world. John 1:29

“He is not here: for He is Risen, as He said.” Matthew 28:6

O death, where is thy sting? O grave where is thy victory? The sting of death is sin; and the strength of sin is the law. BUT thanks be to God, which giveth us the victory through our Lord Jesus Christ. I Corinthians 15:55-57

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Keeping My Ears Warm this Winter

So I’m outside at dawn each and every morning (farmers do not get snow days, rain days, weekends, holidays, or even sick days off) This winter has had some right cold mornings for this kid as those temperatures have plummeted to a wind chill of the high teens and 20s some days. Now I can bundle up pretty well, but whatever I did my ears were still cold. What is a girl to do? Well, first be thankful she is a fiber lover and has a stash.

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A few hours work and dilemma solved.

I remembered one day that I had some alpaca from Starry Knight that I had spun and was just sitting, waiting for the perfect job. I had at last found that perfect place for it. So I gathered up the skeins and then went looking for a headband pattern. Now I crochet and do not knit. And after perusing patterns decided that just thick and basic was the way to go. But being me, of course, I changed it and ended up crocheting a longer first row than the simple pattern suggested. You see, I wanted to be sure that it would cover my ears and do the job at hand. Then it was just a double crochet in the back loop along each row. After going so long, I decided that maybe I had made it too wide after all so then needed to decrease for the area at the back of the neck, at least. Now I may say that I crochet, that doesn’t mean I am a spectacular wonderful crocheter. I do some nice things but all in all I crochet like many things in my life. I call my method “By the Seat of My Pants”. So I didn’t go looking for proper way to decrease and then increase again, but I did my own thing. It all worked in the end and can I say, I haven’t had a single cold ear since. Actually, I have even had a sweaty forehead some mornings before I got back inside.

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What better way to show it off than with my other morning friend – tea.

So now with these cold mornings, I get a pot of tea going and under a cozy before heading out. When I get back inside I can take off my headband with my warm ears still intact and drink a warming cup of tea and then a second cup and then… Yep, tea is a great friend in this weather as well.

A problem solved without having to go to a store, spend money, and solved in a way that has worked so well. Nothing commercial could be as good. Well, except maybe that hat Mark bought at Housestead Roman Fort on Hadrian’s Wall that day that was so incredibly miserable, rainy, cold, windy, miserable. If anyone knows where it ended up in our move, we’d appreciate you letting us know. That aside, I’m a happy camper.

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