Soooo it's 11:30pm & I was just working on a nice recap about 2018, being that I haven't had time to sit and type anything for over a year apparently. As I typed the very last word, the power flashed off... What the #$%&!! Gone, it's all gone. So I'm tired, it's time for bed and I got nothing. So here you go, long story short, 2018 was wet, muddy, wet again, still muddy, sopping wet, muddier and a bunch of stuff happened on the wet, muddy farm. Ok now that that we are all caught up, here's the scoop on the here and now:
Two out of the three market ewes we brought home from the fair last year had lambs, two big healthy ram lambs that will make fine market lambs for 4-H this year. The first one lost his mom. The vet & I did everything we could to get him out but in the end he was just too big (over 13lbs) for her. It was a hard learned lesson that I will not give the gory details of but also one that I will not forget either. I learned more about lambing & sheep anatomy in that couple hours than I had known in all my years of raising and learning about these creatures. I can check "elbow deep in a sheep's v-jay" off my farming bucket list I guess....
The second was dropped and cleaned by the time I arrived home from work one morning, praise the Lord! So now we are just waiting on the third & final market ewe to lamb and then I think we get a break for a bit. I say I think, because the Finnsheep (who, if the power hadn't whisked away my 2018 blurb, you would know we "adopted" last Feb to help out a family who couldn't care for them anymore) got forgotten on the calendar and I can't remember when they were in with the Finn ram and the are getting a bit hefty so I might be wrong on the "break". That's what happens when your a "go with the flow" type of farmer (aka super forgetful & unorganized). Then in March & April we get ready for my Shetlands to start. Anyway, it's going to be a long lambing season this year. I just pray that the stupid rain stops, I'm soooo tired of mud.
If we raised pigs, those animals would be in heaven in our fields. However, as much as wet sloppy ground makes happy hogs, it also makes for icky, nasty, sore hooves, gross wool, and muddy eggs, not to mention the occasional mud & manure soaked sock-covered foot, when the suction from the muck is too much for the boot to handle and the foot slides right out and down into the brown abyss before the "Oh S**t" even passes over the voice box of the farmer.
Anyway. We've been busy. So that's that. It's not exciting it's not super detailed, but it's something to post, which is more than I can say for last year. Thanks for your patience and have a goodnight.