What made me decide to take on lambing again? After the tumultuous experience of my first lambing, I wasn't sure I wanted to go through that ever again. But...when I look back, my memory of the heartbreak and hard work is a little fuzzy (probably due to being sleep-deprived and high on a cocktail of panic, adrenaline, and desperation).
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Notes from the Farm
Thinking of Raising Sheep...?
Lots of people tell me it's their dream to have sheep one day. And the funny thing is, it was never something I hoped to do, until I was doing it. I’ve never been a real animal person; I love animals in a universal, do-no-harm kind of way, but in general, I've always preferred plants and babies to critters. I find caring for animals to be stressful because I’m never quite sure if they’re trying to tell me something important. Is it distress? Or simply gas? Or are they expressing affection?* And I was sure that my wimpy low tolerance for gore and muck disqualified me from farm life.
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