Missing Willow Farm

Feeding time means a sea of sheep hineys as they attack the bunk feeders.  As enthusiastic as they are, the goats are worse.  They get fed in the barn and I have to race them from the feed room to their feeding trough otherwise it’s ‘woman trampled by goats, news at 11’.

We were lucky enough to have our first lamb born while the family was visiting.   Kat, our best mama sheep, is always first.  She has beautiful babies.   Our daughter Tracy scooped him up and named him Ramses.

Very exciting, our grandson Dominic visited the farm for the first time this past weekend.  Meet the sheep?  Check.  Meet the goats?  Check.  Sleep on the cat?  Check.

Brined.  Rested.  Smoked.  Homemade. Delicious!!!

A few leftover oatmeal raisin cookies from the holidays went to the barn to see if anyone was interested.  Obviously, they were a huge hit with our goats.  Now I know what to get them for their birthdays.

We just started harvesting them.  This variety is called Mister Big and I highly recommend them to anyone inclined to grow their own.  So far, they’ve gone into a creamy pasta with peas.  Yum!

The greenhouse lit for watering before daybreak makes for an eerie scene.  It looks like a UFO has landed in our yard.

The broccoli in our greenhouse is starting to produce.  I have an awesome new cheese sauce recipe waiting for these to grow up.

We checked all of our sheep and goats this morning for intestinal parasites and gave them a CD/T vaccine.  Some were better behaved than others (Beatrice, I’m looking at you….).  Everyone survived the ordeal, us included.  Wrestling animals is real exercise.