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Archive for January, 2009

Break a Leg

Spencie recovering from a car accident. She broke everything but her cute as a button nose. Every week for eight weeks, we brought her to have her new  casts  applied and every week they changed the color of her cast cover.  Here she is resting with her brother Joshua He’s since passed over to Rainbow Bridge, but Spencie is still with us.. just eleven years older.

Our Maine coon kitties.. Spencie & Joshua

Our Maine coon kitties.. Spencie & Joshua

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Sign of the times

Village Shopkeepers sign

Village Shopkeepers sign

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Bella, Luigi, & Rosie loved our apple trees

Bella, Luigi, & Rosie loved our apple trees

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Our Jackson loved the snow. He’d run and run all about playing in the drifts and hiding Duffy’s tennis ball!  Here, he hopped up onto an antique wheelbarrel that he knew was off limits to him.. but did that stop him?!!

Our Jackson, named after Shoeless Joe

Our Jackson, named after Shoeless Joe

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My fave walking beach..

My fave walking beach..

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Machu Picchu bebe

Machu Picchu bebe

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In years gone by I’d spent many a winters night sleeping in the barn.  I was reminded of this last night with our frigid temperatures again.  It’s a peculiar place for a New Englander to sleep in January,  I know.  But in January and February it’s lambing season.

There’s something about raising sheep that has a lasting effect on a person.  Maybe it’s the constant ‘baa-baa’ in the lambing sheds or the smell of orphaned lambs behind the wood stove.. or perhaps watching the miracle of a four minute old lamb stand on all four for the first time, while Mamma ewe nudges her newborn to udder.

Now I lay me down to sleep, exhausted by the doggone sheep– my only wish is that I might, cause them not to lamb at night.  I wouldn’t mind the occassional few, but sometimes it’s been more than a few.  Back to bed and then up again, at two o’clock and 4 AM..  We stand there watching nature do the work, praying there won’t be any glitches–a leg turned back, or even worse, a lamb that’s come –in reverse.  But once they’ve lambed, we so glad to see..that their efforts haven’t ended in tragedy.  For me there is no emotion so sublime as a lamb and ewe that’s doing just fine.  This is a shot of 5 minute old Tobey being weighed in at 4AM.. he looks as sleepy as I  felt!

Newborn Tobey

Newborn Tobey

When we had our farm I was often asked why I raised sheep.  My answer was always the same.. mostly for the gratification gained in the barn at three AM.. from the birth of another baby lamb.. How can you even explain, or even show?  I guess only a sheperd will ever know!

Did you ever wonder why sheep don’t shrink in the sun when they are wet after a rain?   😀

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