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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 little  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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Lena’s Dress is on the Loom

For some time. Probably since I started weaving and saw the first picture. Found the first description. I have had a desire to create a dress that would be a copy of Lena Dancy Ledbetter’s that she spun, wove, sewed while 14 years of age during the American Civil War. I won’t have an exact copy to say the least but I am hoping for something that will be close. I have the skirt and bodice figured out but not the sleeves yet. But then that is getting ahead as we still have 12 yards of cloth to weave first.

It has been a bit of a trial to get it on the loom. Getting the yarn ordered and here. Then while dressing the loom realizing that I am very short on heddles. Yep. Confirmation this is my biggest project yet. So ordered more and loaded the shafts and continued on.

Today I finally finished threading the reed and started weaving.

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All dressed. Yes one problem found and fastest fix was to pull a thread and add a thread.

So we are ready to weave. How will it go? I’m hopeful with this warp and was so careful dressing the loom. Thankful that it seems that there was only the one problem. This is a Basket Weave as Lena called it, but today we call it Log Cabin pattern. So every other thread was a different color. But then I had to make that harder as I wanted the dark thread to bookend each square so the squares are 13 picks each. Same as Lena’s. So, somewhere I ended up with three dark blue together. Oh dear, such mustn’t be at all. So, checking and yes, there should have been a natural in the middle so just pulled the middle blue and added a natural. As this was found when threading the reed, I didn’t want to spend the extra time moving threads all the way to end to make it work out right without adding the thread. So here it is. Hope it doesn’t drive me bonkers but then I usually have something hanging off the back before completion so won’t be much different.

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Header woven

Excited to start and see if it was looking right. I had thread from my last project still in the shuttle so used that for the header. It spaced out quite easily and looked pretty good. So went and wound four bobbins with my natural and navy blue yarn. Just a side note. Lena’s dress was black and white. I just didn’t want to be exactly the same in color. Not that I don’t like black and white, as I do. But then I wanted it to not be quite so jarring so was going to do a grey and natural, but in the end, it ended up navy blue and natural. I think it will look rather nice.

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A start at 12 yards.

So yes there are a few things to see here. I do think this is my widest piece and at first had a bit of a time getting the wefts to be smooth. A few bits wrinkled up and poking out there. But the last three sets are looking good. It seems like I do need to go back and look at one line again. I noticed it before, but it looked like it was just illusion and it was right. But looking at the picture the same warp line is looking too distinct. Need to check that out again. After that, 12 yards of counting to 13 over and over and over and over and over again. I think this will take just some of my music to listen to and not stories.

But this isn’t the only fibery thing around here. Finally, was able to pick up my last Gulf Coast Native lamb. It is a ram that has the color gene and boy is he lovely.

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Jacob

I had already decided to name him Jacob as I had Sarah, Rebekah, Rachel, and Leah. So he needed to be a Patriarch. I thought. Alas, the only one that thought sounded good as a name for a lamb was Jacob, so Jacob it was going to be. After I picked him, and they asked if I had a name for him, it dawned on me he was well named. What better for a colored sheep. Now his color shows strong in his face and legs but maybe it will move to the wool in bits with his offspring.

And I can’t end without a Sarah picture. She is growing so fast. No longer getting a bottle. Alas, she would like to argue that point. We sit and sing in the evenings together. My sweet baby that is already looking older than this picture but still such a sweet, white, child-like face compared to the rest of the flock.

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The sweetest of babies. Little Sarah.

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Bent Oak Flock

I have not reported to myself in awhile. Not that anything has not been happening around here. But the biggest news, I want to record here and remember. I am collecting Gulf Coast Native sheep. We are up to eleven now.

I wrote about James and John joining us here on the farm.They weren’t named yet and that took some time to find the right names, but a friend suggested the Apostles as a naming scheme and as the bottle babies were twins, I decided that James and John would work great. The day they arrived how tiny and helpless they were.

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James & John on the ride home. So tiny.

Then came the call of another orphan baby girl. Of course, we would jump in the truck and head to Bryan (an hour away) at 9pm on a Sunday night to pick her up. She was without a mother probably most of the day and didn’t have anything to eat. So warm bottle in the truck, we headed out and went and picked up my little precious one. My sweetheart. My heartbeat. My warm hug, My warm kiss. My …. In case, you can’t guess I love my Sarah. I named her Sarah in hopes that she will one day be the mother of a little nation of lambs.

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Sarah’s first night. She got to stay in the house as it as cold out.

Then I found two more boys to add the farm. Mark went to pick them up one day and brought them back getting home just after dark. They were not sure they were happy at all with a new home and new people. Especially, not being around people too much. But they soon made friends with James and John and since they came together they became Peter and Andrew.

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Peter, Andrew, James, and John

So we were up to five lambs and Mark was out checking on lambs ready to go to new homes. He was bitten by the bug. Now I was already in line to get more from where the orphans all came, but Mark decided we needed twelve. Who was I to argue? So not long after we were headed to another farm to pick out four girls to bring back. That was an adventure of running my hand through lots of wooly backs and picking the softest ones. Yes, my husband may be thinking leg of lamb sounds good but his wife though loving lamb as well was mainly thinking in terms of wool. So four more girls came home with us. They were named continuing on from Sarah to Isaac and Jacob’s wives. Then added Hannah in for good measure.

I might add that at this point, he also made a cage to fit in the back of the truck for hauling lambs and about anything else that will fit.

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Rebekah, Leah, Rachel, and Hannah in back

Exciting we were up to nine lambs now. Then, it was finally a good day to go and pick up two more girls from the farm where I got the bottle babies from. So east we headed again and what lovely girls we picked up. They are the oldest of all we have as they were born in December so larger, more self assured, and just downright lovely to look upon. Alas though, this must be becoming too common as I do not have a first day picture of them. Why didn’t I?

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Naomi and Ruth. Really thought I had great pictures of them but must go try again.

So now there are eleven and one more to come. We have a ram reserved until he is weaned. Then one more trip to pick up a baby and we will be set … for now. They are so much fun. “They” say chickens are the gateway animal to a farm, and though I do love my chickens would affirm that statement, lambs are the heartbeat of my farm. I still love my eggs but oh, to sit out with lambs is a far greater joy.

I did just check and do not have a picture of all eleven together. Guess it is time to head out again with the camera. Aren’t we thankful for digital cameras today. I’d hate to know how much film I would be using up right now or how many awesome shots I would have missed by not just snapping all the time.

I am working on good pictures of each one for the sole purpose of learning their individual characteristics so that when someone asks who is who, I don’t have to check ear tags to remember. Not all have them have tags, but boy I am glad the ones that do have them. Thankfully, they are the ones that look the most alike.

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I’m Joining My Ancestors

I come from a long line of farmers. From about any angle as you travel back in my personal history there are farmers. Did I say I come from farming stock? There were a few who didn’t get the memo that they were suppose to be farmers but considering most of my ancestry has been in the States since the 1700s and before and didn’t live in cities, the given is that they were the farmers that they were.

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Last summer in my little world

Now I live on my own little piece of land and we are building our own little world on it. I often consider what I have and what they had and the agriculture census’ from the 19th century are interesting to compare what we each have. Of course, they had more land than we do, and had crops that we don’t, but I do like seeing where we cross over and this week I even added to our similarities.

Looking at the 1850 agriculture census for Jasper County, Illinois – horses, milch cows, other cattle, sheep, swine are the common animals. With some oxen thrown in here and there. Well, we own one horse and have our third foster looking for a forever home. We don’t have a milch cow, and I believe that would be too much milk even for me to make and use in butter, cheese, etc. The other cattle is taken care of. We have the five heifers still and hopefully four will go to market soon and one will be in the freezer. I doubt the swine will ever come into play but you never know.

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First page of an 1870 agricultural census entry for Hidalgo, Crooked Creek, Jasper County, Illinois

The early agriculture census didn’t include chickens but by the 1880 agriculture census poultry is included as well as how many eggs you got by the dozen over the last year. And yes, everyone has their poultry. So I can claim to have joined the poultry crowd. I’m sure the earlier dates they all had them as well but for some reason whoever set up the categories of the agricultural census didn’t think they were important. I wonder if they were so ubiquitous that it would be easier to see who didn’t have a dozen chickens than who did.

But did you notice that I missed one of the animals up above? My 3 great grandfather John Cummins had 18 of them in 1850, 7 in 1860. Eliphaz Brooks had 14 in 1850. James Carr had 22 in 1870. Reuben Carr had 43 in 1860 and 25 in 1870. Montraville Washington Utley had 10 in 1870 (and yes that was a common name in the family and I wonder where it came from) 10 in 1870. And lastly Jonathan Cowger had 10 in 1870.

So last Saturday evening I got a message from a friend that has Gulf Coast Native Sheep and she had twin boys whose mother had died. Did I want to take on two bottle babies? Can you guess how long it took for my heart to start racing and going ballistic at the possibility?

After talking with Mark and lots of messages back and forth, I went and picked up two sweet boys to add to the farm.

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All packed up to head to our new home

We made the run on Monday to pick them up and they have been so much fun. Quite entertaining and boy do they love feeding time.

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It is a lovely day

Now they have a whole new world to explore, and I get to join my ancestors who also had sheep. Can’t wait to see what the future holds. And the poor boys are still waiting on names. Their new mother is very particular about names and so they are still just The Boys.

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What is this?

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Fun with Family History Again – Sheep

Philip Clark's (4 great grandfather) 1860 agriculture census with his 18 sheep and 25 lbs. of wool.

Philip Clark (4 great grandfather), on row 5 of the 1860 agriculture census with his 18 sheep and 25 lbs. of wool.

I discovered that http://www.familysearch.org has the 1850 – 1880 agriculture census’ for Illinois. Too excited to see what all my farmer ancestors actually did, I have wasted a lot of time sitting here over the past week. When one thinks of farming, one tends to think more of crops. In my case anyway. But alas there is so much more to traditional farming centuries ago. One didn’t specialize like they do today. They did the gamut. I actually believe more of my people tended to be subsistence farmers as opposed to being out to see how rich they could get.

It was rather amazing to see all that these families did have their hands in. My 4 great grandfather, John Cummins, (son of Daniel Cummins of the Cummins Historical Note entry) was farming in Jasper County, Illinois in 1850 and here is what it says about his farm. The dollar numbers were current value. The bushels and pounds are what was raised in 1849.

50 acres improved
110 acres unimproved
$800 cash value of farm
$50 value of farming implements and machinery
4 horses
3 milch cows
2 other cattle
18 sheep
25 swine
$235 value of livestock
600 bushels of indian corn
100 bushels of oats
5 bushel of Irish potatoes
75 lbs. of butter
$15 value of homemade manufacture
$25 value of animals slaughtered for personal use or sale

So can you guess which of those lines attracts me the most? Yes, it is the 18 sheep. I was amazed at how many had sheep. It seems most did in the 1850, 1860, and 1870 census but few in the 1880. I really would love to know what was happening to influence this. Were they taking care of personal needs if only enough wool to knit socks, mittens, and hats? Did they know going west that they would need to supply more clothing needs for themselves? Were they actually selling the wool off? Most seem so little to make it worth to sell. I did find a reference once (and can I shoot myself for not keeping a record of it) that there was a carding mill in Greenup during the 19th century. Next county north but most of my people lived on the north side of Jasper County.

So the gears have been churning and I have a theory on part of it but need a way to test it now. In the 1850s, Illinois was still fairly frontier and we are talking about a part of it that isn’t near major cities. It is just off the National Road though so there would be traffic passing by just a few miles north. I can see the need to have more to supply for yourself. More self-sufficiency needed at this time. But by 1860 we are more settled but still quite a few sheep around. Then 1870 still quite a few. Now theory. During the Civil War cloth becomes precious on both sides of the war. In the South, as the blockade didn’t allow any in except by blockade runners and there were very very few mills in the South. So cloth became incredibly precious. On the flip side though this also hurt the North. With the blockade, the Northern mills weren’t getting any cotton from the South and many were closed before the war was over. So there was a cloth shortage in the North as well. Not as drastic as the South but still. Could they be helping themselves out in this time of more need and less for sale?

Greenup Moore Wilson 1880 agriculture census. 5 sheep, 5 lambs dropped, 5 sold living, 1 died of disease.

Greenup Moore Wilson 1880 agriculture census. 5 sheep, 5 lambs dropped, 5 sold living, 1 died of disease.

Side notes besides the sheep. Almost everyone had an enormous amount of butter they made. I hope these women had a good book to read while churning away. Or maybe it was a good chance to sit and relax though the arms would get tired. Also it would seem to me that they would sell the large amounts of corn and oats but everyone’s potatoes seem so little that I would think that they kept them for themselves. Interesting how Irish potatoes become larger in quantity over time and sweet potatoes fewer. I would think these sweet potatoes were the white ones I’ve just learned about and actually like. Not the yams that so many call sweet potatoes today and I really don’t like. The idea of potatoes being that sweet is just wrong.

 

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