Today was a day of longing. After a cool start to the day, it warmed up enough for the snow to melt ... drip, drip, dripping off the roof. The sweet little birds who flitter and dance around the feeders all shook their heads in agreement when I told them I wish I could fill my window boxes with bright, colorful flowers, and herbs. My garden is blanketed with snow and ice, not a sign of life is left, not even a frozen stalk or seed pod survived the sheep who I allowed to graze down the remains of the season.
I am thankful for these days though, I scrubbed out all water buckets, raked up a bit, sat in the barn when the sun was warming the milk crate I sometimes use as a seat, and observed....
Observed what you ask??? Well ....it seems that my short little ram, stood on his tip toes sometime in early September and whispered sweet nothings in two of my ewes ears.
I saw a little "action" in the paddock and sort of laughed it off. I must admit it was a bit of an experiment to see if her could actually reach the tall girls. He is a determined little bugger... and I say MARVELOUS! They combination of fleece qualities should make for some lovely little lambs! The barn is ready, deeply bedded with straw and stalled off. Butts and bellies are sheared, now we wait ...slow and steady ...now we wait.