As the sheep bleat in the background, and awfully loud breed these Shetlands, I am reminded of the worming we are about to do and the end of fly season coming up soon. We sheared a couple weeks ago and that was fantastic to watch and learn. Mark has been shearing his entire life and really has it down. More than the shearing where his stories about al the local shepherds and the things he has experienced and seen in the sheep world. Check out the video in our video section and see the way this guy moves, really amazing.
This fall we will butcher our first crop of lambs, mostly the ram lambs that we can't breed. We will be having lots of lamb stew as the snow flies and the wind howls up on our hill. That basement kitchen and fireplace will save us from the Wuthering Heights aspect of the place for many months. God knows how we get to a tropical Island for a break with the sheep, guard dogs, and chickens that are about to arrive. The dogs last night where doing their thing as the coyotes circled and where howling up a storm. When that happens, the dogs click i to their breeding of a couple thousand years and circle the perimeters of the pasture, and bark like mad to warn those little devils not to eat our flock. The whole thing is fascinating to watch and would be very amusing if it wasn't so loud, it makes the sound of all that breaking glass in the city seem almost welcome sometimes. We're looking for a ram to breed our gals this winter, we'll let you know from where he comes when we find him.
