Another New Year is upon us, snuck up on us actually. Wasn’t I just complaining about the heat and here I sit bundled in flannel and wool wishing I had knitted myself some wrist warmers (in all my spare time) to protect me from this frigid granite desk top? Yesterday morning, poor Tumalo, the alpaca, had ice on his back and even Cookie, as wooly and monstrous as she is, looked a little chilly. Frost covered the feed shed roof, giving the false appearance that we had an overnight snow fall, which, unfortunately, we did not. If it’s going to be cold, in my book, it might as well snow, and if it is cloudy, I’d just as soon see some rain. I like a change in the weather, keeps things interesting, as if they were tremendously boring around here and I needed some extra excitement/ stress/ work/ fun. Thankfully or unfortunately, depending on how one views it, we have that in droves.
We enter 2007 with at least two pregnant ewes, probably three, plus the highly remote chance that we have a geep, a goat/sheep cross, or three on the way. Leroy no longer pesters and penetrates Daisy the Boer goat which means she is either pregnant or finished with her estrus cycle. We’ll see next month. Chances are if she is “with geep,” she’ll miscarry before carrying too far into her term, poor thing. Either that or we’ll have our very own chromosomal freak here at the farm. Look around; he or she will fit in just fine.
Charlotte and Cookie should begin lambing in April as the temperatures warm and after the March shearing. If they deliver rams, we’ll need to either sell or castrate them as once they’re grown, they won’t know that the cute fleecy creature across the yard with the come hither look in her wanton eyes was once Mama. Ewww. 2007- The year I learned how to apply castration bands around lamb testicles. Joy.
All in all, it’s been a good, though at times trying, year. We’ve weathered the circle of farm life, lost one cat to coyotes and one to illness and old age, but then gained two awesome felines in return. We (I) cried as chickens died in our arms from the oppressive summer heat but laughed as the ducks found great joy in a plastic baby pool. The turkeys kept us entertained as well, escorting us everywhere with a raucous chorus of gobbles and love. We acquired two new sheep, Bad, Bad Leroy brown, Baddest Ram in the Whole Damned Town, and Carmela, who is still too skittish to earn a nickname. Lucky and Tumalo, our two male alpaca, also made Rancho Laurena home, and in the process raised our feed bill closer to the national debt but, as I said before, kept things interesting, particularly during dentist visits. We lost a few loved ones as well, but as that is neither farmy nor fun to discuss, I’ll just say a prayer and one last rest in peace in their direction.
Now if you’ll excuse me, I have some black-eyed peas to cook.
2007. Can you believe it? Wasn’t it just 19-something?