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Mud Season, Finally!

2011-03-17T09:22:00.000-07:00

Who would have thought that we would be thrilled to see mud? But if it means that the snow is melting, well... bring it on!
Now, unlike my friends, who were pretty upset every time the snow fell, I really enjoyed the constant snowfall this winter. It certainly helped keep the fleeces clean. Each time the snow fell, and the sheep laid it in with their wool coats... more and more dirt was removed! The challenge will be doing damage control, now that the mud is here, until shearing time. I have about two weeks to worry about keeping thing as clean as possible. Wish me luck!
Spring , in my mind, is a time for renewal. a time to start over. A time to try new things. Well, I have decided to add another yarn to offer my customers. The wool and mohair is at the mill now and I am anticipating its return in about 90 days. This is a new lopi style yarn, not as chunky as what I have done in the past... so we shall see what my shareholders and customers think of it.
I had better get back to work.... I will keep youposted on this new yarn..
Peace,
Sheila

2009-10-09T10:48:00.000-07:00

I can not believe that I have not written on this blog since April! Where has the time gone?
Lets see.. our lambs have grown up! Though you would not actually know that, because some of them are still nursing. We found wonderful homes for the "extra" sheep that we incurred from the surprise lambing.... Of course we picked and chose among these animals for the ones with the nicest fleeces. This was very difficult because they all had really gorgeous fleece. Of course, we would have kept them all, but, at the price of hay and the hectiness of our schedules, we really could not have done justice to that many animals. We are at a comfortable number, for us, at this point. We have 17 sheep, and 7 Angora goats. Just enough to produce a wonderful product and keep us on our toes and entertained.
With fewer mouths to feed, and a lot of rain, our pasture lasted longer than it has in other years. It has sustained the flock right up until now. Only now are we having to increase the amount of hay that we feed. We want to keep them on pasture as long as possible, because their fleeces stay cleaner than they do in the barnyard. For them to get to pasture they have to traipse across a bridge and up a low lying path... so if it rains a lot, or snows a lot, they are stuck on the barnyard side of the bridge. So, we are hoping for a long fall..... keep your fingers crossed.
There is definatley a nip in the air in upstate NY. Time for knitting! Somehow over the summer I got into a knitting slump somehow. But, after we participated in the first Southern Adirondack Fiber Festival in September, I became very inspired again. So, my needles are clicking away with a variety of projects started. If you did not attend the Fiber Festival, you should really mark your calendar for next year..
Well, I guess I had better get back to the farming...... stop by and visit us on the weekends...
Back to work...... toodles...

THERE IS NO SUCH THING AS IMMACULATE CONCEPTION

2009-04-30T06:32:00.000-07:00

Immaculate Conception???

I think not. However, for a brief moment, I wondered.

This is the story of the shepherdess that decided not have lambs this year. Now that I am working full time, off of the farm, it would not be a wise idea to actually breed sheep and have lambs coming into the world when I would not be there to catch them.

In anticipation of this, we did not keep an 'in tact' ram. All of our ram lambs were "whethered", or more clearly put, castrated. We did this last spring at shearing time. However, in the fall, we did notice that one of the rams (Yoda) seemed to be a bit more endowed than we expected of a castrated ram lamb. Huh? What to do? So, we called our trusty vet. After examination, she said that she thought that the castration did not fully "take" and one side seemed to have developed. Needless to say, poor Yoda, we had her "finish the job". She was quite certain that there was "little to NO" chance that he had been "busy". It was comforting to hear her say that the original procedure, "mostly likely" (those were the words that I should have listened too) did so much damage to the cords that he would not be viable.

Well, we had a long and relaxing winter secure with this knowledge.

Then, just about two months ago, I was feeding the sheep and I noticed that one of the ewe's had a swollen udder...... Mastitis? I made a mental note and on my way back to the house it dawned on me... maybe ....???? So, I turned around and went back to examine her more closely. No, there was nothing wrong with her udder... it was just FULL OF MILK!!!!!!!!!! Oh my!

Secretly I was thinking well, it will be nice to have a lamb... one pregnant sheep will not be too much worry...... and, also I was thinking ...."good for Yoda". He has amazing genetics and I can use one more luscious fleece.... so we began keeping an eye on Della... after a week or so, for whatever reason, I thought to take another, closer, look around the barnyard... Low and behold, I noticed another swollen udder, then another and another. It appeared that Yoda had been quietly, discreetly busier than we anticipated.

Long story short, we had 10 lambs born on our farm this spring. They are all gorgeous. Each birth, with one exception, was easy easy easy.... all of the lambs are beautiful.

We had some pretty long nights, well, the truth is that Nancy had some long nights, checking on the sheep two or three times. We had wonderful friends and family come and check on things while we were at work....

Having lambs is much like giving birth yourself. Once it is over with, you forget the angst and exhaustion ... There is nothing like a barnyard of leaping lambs.

Enjoy the spring!!!!

Snow, snow and more freaking snow....

2009-01-28T14:37:00.000-08:00

I am hearing the rumblings of my friends, coworkers and neighbors grumping about the snow. It just seems to keep coming and coming. I actually, kind of enjoy it. Once, of course, we are home safe and sound.
The sheep seem oblivious to it. I think it cleanses the fleeces that are not covered by "sheep coats". It also provides clean ground for them to hang out, and lie down on. Not to mention that I get to feed them on the ground. Which, when the ground is not fresh and new, is not a good practice because we run the risk of spreading parasites. The snow takes care of that. Feeding sheep on the ground, as opposed to a feeder, mimics the motions that they would have on pasture. This helps keep hay and hay chaff out of the fleeces. So, a couple of inches of snow, every few days keeps things in order. No poopy/muddy messy looking barnyard . I prefer snow over when things begin to thaw. No matter how hard you try, the barnyard looks like a mud pit and you run the risk of feet problems(with the sheep and goats) and fleeces start to look a little grungy. This is when you pray that the shearer is coming as soon as possible! Get those fleeces off before the mud season. The really good news is, that after a snow storm you can reach right down under the fleece and the body of the sheep is warm and dry. An ode to the magic properties of wool! Not to mention, if you are a knitter, there is no better time to curl up with your needles and yarn.... you can't do anything else when it is snowing! A storm is like a mandatory "time out".
So, the moral of the story is.. if the snow is getting you down... think about the sheep... snow is not "all baaahd".
Have a safe journey!
Many blessings!
Sheila

Holidays on the Farm

2009-01-06T10:28:00.000-08:00

Maybe the title of this should have been "managing multiple priorities". The holidays come and go, but the farm is a constant in our lives. Over the years, I have tried desperately to create a holiday environment that is much much calmer and much much more peaceful than those that I lived through in my younger days. However, they somehow still have that "tug" that makes me feel like I should be moving faster, along with that voice in the back of my head saying that I certainly have" forgotten something"... details and more details.
That is why this year was remarkable, well almost. I really did feel calmer. I really was perfectly okay at accepting my limitations in terms of gift giving.. and I set all kinds of limits on what activities (parties etc) that I would commit to. I was feeling very proud, "together" and quite peaceful until about 3 days before Christmas.

My shopping was done, the party for our knitting group was a huge success, even the gifts were wrapped. I was delighted that I was going to see my brother, for lunch, on Christmas eve day. He was going to be in Rutland Vermont on business. He would be traveling through Manchester on his way back to the Boston area ... I guess this was a highlight of the holiday for me. Given the distance, we have not been able to spend Christmases together very often.

Two days before Christmas, I was doing barn chores and noticed a goat kid standing with one side up against the barn. On the other side, his mom was standing directly along side of him, almost leaning into him. Something in the back of my head said "oh that's so cute!", and then, I had second thoughts and looked again. I nudged mom away and the kid started to sway in his hind end. I watched him walk and thought... perhaps he got banged around and injured his leg. I finished chores, all the while keeping an eye on him.... He was definitely compromised.. But, usually with injuries, they sort of heal on their own.. over time.. the conundrum I was having was trying to decide if I should "wait and see", or if he needed more immediate veterinary attention. I will not bore you with the myriad of possibilities of what could have been wrong. But, they were plentiful.
The next morning, Christmas eve, he was most definitely worse. We put him in a pen for his own safety. A place where he could be safe and warm, and we could get our hands on him if we needed to. We also put his mother in with him . This little guy was born in April, and his mother still bellows when he is out of sight. It was comforting for them to be together, and I know that some people think I am nuts, but she really seemed relieved that we were tending to him. She watched over him, and us. She looked at us as if to say "I have been holding him up for a couple of days now, it is your turn, please help".
So, now it is time to visit with my brother. I knew I had to get to the vets for some medication. Did they close early today given that it was December 24Th? Do I cancel lunch with my brother and tend to McGuire instead? I chose to have lunch with my brother, and dash to the vets afterwards. It is something that I have always struggled with, the people vs animals prioritization. I was lucky this time, McGuire was no worse for the wear when I got back, armed with medications... and I had a wonderful lunch with my one and only sibling. PHEW!
Then came December 25Th. I had tried my very best to not have a veterinary emergency on this day... however.... my miracle meds were not working and little McGuire was, as we say, "down". He could not stand when we checked on him in the morning ( I must mention though, he was still eating like a goat, or maybe more like a pig, of course). Christmas morning we called the vet... we felt pretty darn guilty about it. In the background we could hear her baby making joyous noises, and we felt awful intruding. However, being the true skilled professional that she is, she made a diagnosis on the phone, and it turned out she was "spot on". McGuire had meningeal worm....... a parasite originating in white tail deer that gets ingested when livestock are on pasture. It effects the spine. Over the phone, the vet described the treatment, and luckily, she did not have to come out. We did make one more call later in the day, mostly for clarification and reassurance...
All the while that this is going on, and we are making trips back and forth the to barn, calls to the vets... our family sort of managed to "do Christmas" around the farming tasks. We opened gifts, Nancy cooked a spectacular meal... we ate, laughed, visited and enjoyed the day. We have all just incorporated the farm into the pulse of our lives together. It was like watching a symphony, one beat at a time, we went with the flow of the day. Experiencing this, and knowing this, somehow made this day, this Christmas, more special than all of the rest.
I guess the lesson for me has been, it is not the absence of chaos that makes your life great, it is the manner in which you respond to it......
I sincerely hope your holidays were as wonderful as ours....
Peace and Blessings,
Sheila
PS: If you raise livestock, and have not heard of this menigeal worm.... you might want to look into it... soon. It is pretty nasty, but caught early, it can be treated.
By the way, McGuire is on his way to recovery. He and Fiona, his mom, are back out with the flock.

The Barnyard Cure For "What Ails You"

2008-11-20T08:13:00.000-08:00

Today is November 19Th. It has recently turned chilly in our neck of the woods. When I walked to the barnyard this morning, I habitually look for signs of chilly sheep or goats, especially the goat kids. It still amazes me, even after all of these years, that they don't seem to get cold. I know, I know, they have wool and mohair coats on, but still.. it is cold out there. And, they lay on the cold hard ground. But, there they were this morning, laying peacefully, chewing their cuds.... all was well.
If you have never been in a barnyard full of sheep and goats, or any animals I suppose, when all is well,and things are in balance.. there is a sense of serenity that I have been hard pressed to find elsewhere. I guess that is why I continue to do this.
There are times, when slugging through the cold , and often wet conditions, can seem very unappealing. But, experience tells me that once I am dressed appropriately, and arrive at the barn, somehow, magically almost, the dread of miserable weather ... seems to evaporate. It is replaced by the feeling that all is well with the world. I guess we like to feel that we can control the world around us. One thing this farming life has taught me, is that it is certainly not true. Accidents and bizarre happenings, both delightful, and sometimes sad, happen in the barnyard as they do in other aspects of life. Perhaps knowing, that I can't control the events of life, makes being in this harmonious environment all that much more satisfying. Who knows really? I just know that my soul is at peace here, in the mud and manure, more than any other place on earth.
Now that it is cold, it might as well snow. The sheep and goats will stay much cleaner if it snows every few days.... the snow sort of pulls the dirt , right out of the fleece.
Back in the house, I have begun dyeing the new yarns that have just come back from the mill. I have some already in the studio, which are getting a great response from out customers and friends.It will be a couple of weeks before the remaining yarn gets dyed. You can't rush this.... I have tried, and all I got was muddy colors and frustration...
This coming Sunday, I hope to make the trip to New Hampshire to drop off even more fleeces, to be processed into yarn. This should be one of the nicest yarns yet, with a really high mohair content.. the return date for this yarn will be February, 2009..
I hope you are all staying warm, if you need any "sheep and goat therapy" just give us a call. We will sit you on a rock in the barnyard with a bag of carrots... you will be instantly more popular than you can imagine..

2008-10-26T08:53:00.000-07:00

Those Darn Sheep!

Anyone who knows me, knows how crazy I am about these sheep, and goats. I would, and have, done some pretty crazy things to keep them content. However, for the first time, they made me so mad, I did not speak to them for a day and a half!!! No back rubs, no singing to them, no treats out of my hand, NOTHING!
When people ask me if it is difficult raising sheep, I usually answer, "no, not really". For the most part, it is true. But I have realized that there are usually either good days with the sheep, or , really bad days with the sheep, hardly ever is there a "so so" day. I think I have been spoiled, as of late, with a long string of good days. And then, along came Thursday.
Before I get into the gory details, let me tell you that it one of the most challenging things in raising animals for fleece, is to keep the fleece clean and free of dirt and hay etc. This is no easy task. It requires much experimentation with different types of feeders, monitoring pastures for nasty weeds that can ruin a fleece... diligence and hyper awareness are definitely called for.
I spend summers pulling weeds and enjoying that while the sheep are eating pasture, there is little to no chance of them getting hay stuck in their fluffy soft coats. Grazing in the rain seems to enhance the softness and cleanliness of the wool. I have, over the years, made many well intentioned maneuvers that have compromised perfectly lovely fleeces. Last year for the first time, I put coats on the sheep when the grazing season was over, and they were back in the barnyard, full of hay, for the duration of winter. I admit , this is costly and labor intensive. As the fleece grows under those pretty grubby looking coats, the coats will need to be changed. If it gets too tight, the fleece is in danger of felting. So, we are constantly checking and changing coats. But, the payoff was amazing this past spring. When the shearer came, and the coats were removed, the "blankets" (the part of the fleece across the back and sides, most desirable for yarn") were perfectly clean... amazing! This saves hours of work prior to sending the fleece off to the mill, picking through each fleece to remove bits of hay and , god knows,s what else.
So, as the summer is winding down, and the sheep are spending more time in the barnyard, my mind goes right to the idea of putting the coats on. I was going to put them on last weekend, but I got a call from a local newspaper who were interested in doing a story on our farm CSA. I knew they were coming on Saturday to take some pictures. I decided that the fleeces were so gorgeous that I would wait a week to put on the coats.... what could it hurt to wait just one week? Right?
Well, I am sure you guessed it by now.... on Thursday morning, that question was answered.
I looked out the window, and somehow, by some miracle, the sheep were not where they were supposed to be. They were in an area that was well gated off, and overgrown with weeds. I ran to the barn, in my pajamas and boots.. rattled the grain can, and , like Pavlov's dogs, they all came running. I was thrilled to see them back in the barnyard, safe and sound.....until I looked up and they were COVERED in burdock's. I mean covered. Some worse than others. I was horrified....I wondered what happened to the huge , well secured gate that separated the sheep from this forbidden area. I walked down below, and could not believe my eyes, one of our wethers, named Rascal, who is a Blue Faced Leicester sheep, was wearing the gate around his neck, and he was spinning in circles trying to get it off of him. He was much happier to see me, than I was to see him... I released him from the gate....and secured the flock from the evil area. I then threw some hay out, filled the water buckets, and stomped into the house. The sheep were looking at me as if to say, "No treats?, no back rubs? where is our grain?" I stormed into the house, got dressed and headed to Saratoga for the day. I just could not look at them.
Later that night, Nancy and my son in law Stan, came to the rescue. In a calmer state of mind, we methodically went through the flock, picking and cutting our way to rid each fleece of its burdock's. I have learned a precious lesson, sometimes waiting a week can make a great deal of difference....
Here's to calmer days ahead....

October 18 & 19 2008

2008-10-17T09:32:00.000-07:00

It is finally here, the weekend we wait for all year. The weekend of the New York Sheep and Wool Festival. The weather promises to be beautiful...
However, honoring prior commitments, I will not be able to attend this year. And, of all years.. The "Year of the Romney". Romney's are, a breed of sheep. And, they just happen to be the breed that I raise and adore. So, it seems very crazy that I will not be there for the biggest show in the country... boo hoo!
My commitment also takes me away from the farm this weekend. This is very unusual for me. However, anyone who would like to visit will be greeted by my partner, Nancy. Nancy, truth be told, does most of the barn chores. Our schedules just seem to work out that way somehow. She also takes great pride in the work that we do, the animals and fiber that we produce. So, if you are in the neighborhood, please stop by for a visit, and ask her to introduce you to Bonnie, our angora goat kid, she is really friendly.
It appears that our shares are sold out. It is amazing how fast they went. Our new yarn is on its way back from the mill in Canada.. and I still have more to send out. So, in just about 3 weeks the dying process begins. Anyone driving by the farm will see skeins upon skeins of freshly dyed yarn hanging on our line to dry.... just after the foliage is over with.. the colors will light up the landscape...
I hope you enjoy a wonderful weekend. Keep those wheels spinning and needles clicking!
Sheila

The Generosity of Others

2008-10-15T13:32:00.000-07:00

Today I feel so very blessed by the generosity of others. Last week I had the idea to create a CSA for the yarns that we produce on our farm. The concept of Community Supported Agriculture has always seemed like such a logical idea. Sort of a "win win" for the farmer and the consumer.
For those of you who have not heard of the CSA concept, I will try to explain. The idea is that the farmer needs the money , up front, at the start of a season, to invest in growing food. Money for seeds, plants fertilizer etc. So, the consumer purchases a share, or two, for a set dollar amount. In return, the consumer, or shareholder, gets vegetables, or meat, all season. The value of the product is usually much greater than the dollars invested.
So, with not much more than the idea in my head,(and the help of dear friends who shared their email lists) I put the idea out there... and the response has been amazing. I think it is a true testament to what you can do when you have an idea and you don't let all of the self doubts and "what if's" get in the way. I did spend the necessary time to figure out how many shares I could safely sell so that no one would be disappointed.
Sometimes we spend so much time on the farm with the animals that we become isolated. This has been an enlightening experience for me. There are people out there, who enjoy great yarns and fibers, and appreciate what we do. To all of them my most sincere gratitude.
Now we can get back to the business of farming and growing great yarns....