Missing Willow Farm

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Every time a lamb is born on our farm, Jenna claims it as her own.   She gives it her border collie laser focus.  I’m certain she would stay out there all day if we let her.   The lamb, of course, is more interested in meeting the chickens.

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When we went out to feed this morning, we were greeted by our first lamb of the year!  Kat had a little boy, isn’t he cute?  They’re both doing really well.  🙂

Three plus raised beds of garlic is what we planted last October.  The bunnies thankfully leave it alone, even though there’s not much else around to eat in the Winter.  The individual cloves sprout greens then it kind of goes dormant during the cold weather.  In May we’ll be harvesting scapes then digging up the heads in June/July.  We’re still using garlic from last Summer’s harvest. I sliced some really thin then put it in the dehydrator. After a quick whirl in a food processor, homemade garlic powder. Tasty!

Beatrice comes in for a close-up.  If she’s nearby when I come into the pasture, she always stops by to say hello.  She’s my favorite.  She’s friendly and cute and likes to smell my face.  I like to smell hers, too.  🙂

Jessica’s shaggy hair is magnificent.  Who knew a cow’s coat could be so lovely?  I’d brush it if she’d let me.

Feeding time for the sheep is in the morning.  We’ve got them trained to come to a small fenced in enclosure for their daily grain ration.   They’ve got two feeding troughs so there’s enough room for everyone to get in there and get their share.   Sheep aren’t as friendly (or annoying) as goats so having them all in one place gives us a chance to handle them when needed.  It looks like someone’s carrying twins!

Hermione can’t eat just the top of the hay, she’s mining for tasty morsels.  The hay ring doesn’t keep the goats or sheep out (or evidently our cow, either) but it reduces wasted hay.  I wonder if she’s holding her breath under there?   Her hiney is just begging for a spanking!

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We spent three years commuting between our place in central North Carolina to the farm on weekends.  During that time, we built the greenhouse and hutch, fenced the pasture, got everything ready for eventually starting our farm.  Less than a week after we moved here full time, we had sheep delivered.  Three of them.  That morning, we drove to Tennessee to pick up two Great Pyrenees (a brother and sister pair) to guard them.  Zeus and Xena came to us from a Tennessee Fainting Goat farm that was downsizing. We put them in the little barn behind a barricade while we waited for the sheep to arrive.  The sheep arrived with a champion herding border collie  in tow.  When our brand new dogs heard those sheep bleating they broke down their barricade, came tearing out of the barn and pinned that dog under the shepherd’s pickup truck.  What flashed in my brain at that instant was great, we’ve owned these dogs for like an hour and they’ve just killed some famous dog – I wonder what that’s going to cost us.  Thankfully, he was OK.  It marked a very exciting start to our farming adventure!   Zeus passed away this weekend.  He was a beautiful, sweet, friendly good boy who knew his job and did it well.  Rest in peace, Zeus.  You will be missed.

 

Chickens usually take a break over the Winter from laying eggs.  They slow down as the days grow shorter.  Last year we had only one hen continue to lay through the cold months.  I actually had to purchase a half dozen eggs for baking last year.  This year, not so much.  That’s Cranberry’s giant green egg (go Cranberry!).  I’ve got goat cheese in the fridge and spinach in the greenhouse.  Think I’ll make omelets for breakfast.

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I was hanging out with the sheep this morning, trying to get them to pose for me in their winter wool coats.  Milos decided he needed to be part of  the fashion show, parked himself right between me and Beatrice.  He’s such a camera hog. Yes your coat is beautiful too, Milos.  Even if it’s a bit slobbery.