This week we shear the goats and a week later the sheep.  Most of these fleeces will not be used for yarn as the winter and the pregnancies hinder and subtract from the quality of the fibers.  These fleeces do have other uses. They are saved for the possibility of being made into rug yarn.

There is something I need to quietly broach, “Farm Porn”.  I will admit that I have seen human porn and I can remember going to see Harry Reems in “Deep Throat” in 1972 for $5.  My roommate from college and I attended the movie after walking passed it a thousand times because we were very nervous about attending such a movie.  

But farm porn is a daily movie on this farm.  Not that I have a projector and screen in the barn but if you raise livestock, you will get daily farm porn.  On any day a hen  will be quietly scratching for a tidbit and have some lofty rooster hide and jump on her back in seconds.  Some chickens are barnyard whores but that is another blog.  The rams and bucks are also male porn starts in their own right. They ram heads or horns and then jump on any willing or unwilling back. Geese do it too.  They get on the back of the female and push her head under the water while he does his thing!  Now that is kinky!

But the result of all this farm porn when planned is so gratifying, thrilling, and a wonder to watch.  Lambs, kids, goslings ducklings, peeps, and all the other little wonders found on the farm are a blessing.  So if you want to give up five dollars, come and see out real-life  farm porn. You may stay for only thirty minutes!

March 11, 2018


Just the other day I was thinking about how the barn was doing so well.  Everyone seemed happy. I did eye checks and any eye I inspected was blood red-carmine-scarlet.  Everyone was eating and walking as they should.

Then I went down to the barn one morning (several days ago) and here is what I found.  One of my favorite black rams, Baarack Obaaama, had the diarrhea.  It was everywhere!  I thought of my aunt who told the story of “Brown Spots on the  Wall” by  Who Flung Poo!  It was shot on every wall and floor space.  Then I turned and the youngest Angora buck was hobbling on three legs.  Was it broken or not?  My vet was missing for a two week vacation.  I left the barn and went to the other barn knowing I would not find such problems.  Well, there sat two Angora ewes that refused to get up and eat!  That meant something was drastically wrong.  As I turned, my favorite white Angora goat came to me with one of her horns facing her nose and not her neck.  There was blood everywhere on her and I screamed, “What the hell do I do now?”  Then I was feeding the sheep, I noticed several of the sheep had diarrhea too.  What the hell and which god did I anger?

This is  when I want to quit.  Fred thinks I should write a happy ending but that would be days later when all of these problems are gone.  (sigh)


It is time to arrange markets and festivals for 2018.  That is why I watch as many movies as I can in January and February.   It is a busy time once the first two months are over.  March is shearing month and cleaning the yard and garden.  In fact, our first festival is in March.  So back to the movies.

We have begun to go through seed and plant catalogs.  We order now because so many items are sold out before you get a chance to order.  In fact, one order has been sent.

The greenhouse has not been built but the promises were made for this spring.  I hope so because I will not have that many years to enjoy as I seem to add a year to my life every 365 days,  How’d that happen?  Anyway, I will be able to house plants and start my own seedings.  This will be either tragic or fulfilling.  Stay warm.

January 30,2018


Pasture life is quiet.  Pregnant ewes and does are beginning to show.  Months to go and this is just the first trimester. 

 I had a good laugh today when I was feeding the chickens.  A few chickens ran ahead to see if I had dropped corn on my earlier path.  What they did not know was I had not dropped any corn.  Instead I threw the corn where most of the chickens had gathered.  I tossed the corn to them and the overly zealous chickens stopped in their tracks. They had run past me and realized there was no corn.  They turned around quickly and ran back to where they others were eating.  In haste, they slipped and slid on the ice.  They reminded me of someone trying to learn how to skate for the very first time.

Jan. 15, 2018

One Hundred Sixteen

Snow and freezing temperatures have arrived to the area.  Tomorrow is New Year’s Eve and breeding had ended for the year.  Amen!  This year went well with the breeding program except when a sturdy, lovely ram injured his hoof.  The girls could easily run from him and this spring will tell the results of this injury.  

The temperatures have been well below normal and they only way for me to warm my hands is to stick them into my underwear.  Rubber buckets are frozen solid and we bring them to the house to melt.  It takes a day or two for the frozen blacks to loosen form the sides of the bucket. There are melting blocks of ice in the basement sink melting on their own time. 

We still enjoy going to the barn and spending time in the barn.  I just wish it was not so cold.

One hundred fifteen

Several weeks ago I had a chance to reconnect with dear friends from Florida.  They live in a gated community and everything they do seems to be gated. They go to dinner and  it is in the gated restaurant .  They  visit friends  and it is gated.  Well I do too!  For me to walk to where the ewes are, I need to walk through six gates.  I live in a gated community too  and my friends walk on four legs.  Honestly, my two legged friends have been known to walk on four legs too because they  were closer to the ground.  There was less chance of an accident.

We will be shearing in a few weeks and then the decisions need to be made.  Who stays and who goes.  Knowing this process, I have learned to divorce myself  from any kind of feelings toward the little ones.  But those dear little faces and they look at you and say,” Save me!”  I always walk away and shake my head not wanting to do anything.  I save the animals I need to!!


Here it is September and the weather has turned humid and hot.  It is almost to much to bear.  Rain?  It was a thing of the past.

The chickens have given up laying eggs.  It is the time of the year when the chickens come running if they spot you. They chase you for a morsel of food.  The chicken coop or yard is covered with feathers and the molt has begun. This is an annual process.  Loosing and growing feathers is normal.  It begins when the days begin to get shorter. The chickens that are over sexed or the chosen few have begun to grow feathers too on their backs.  Maybe after this process ends, they will begin laying.

To continue the feather business, the main barnyard is littered with white feathers.  The Emden geese (all white) have been molting and the main barnyard looks as though Fred and I had a pillow fight over what to serve for dinner.  There are thousands of white feathers on the ground.  Thousands of them.  If I could, I would rent a machine that would vacuum only the feathers and then I would add them to my pillows that need volume.

Good night.

September 3, 2016

One hundred fourteen

Through the years of going to markets, I have met and made some wonderful friends.  The knitters we have met are seasoned to beginners and their enthusiasm is infectious. I have been dragging my green scarf around for ages and after talking to another knitter yesterday, I went home and finished the green scarf.

This article above was sent to me by one of these seasoned knitters I have grown close to and love spending chat time whenever we can steal the moment.  The article has several line items that describe her and her knitting skill.  Read and enjoy this article.  I love and will use the phrase concerning color and ‘every eye hungers for its own’ and that is the truth.  Someone will see a color and have to have it. Secretively I am chanting to myself, “ECH! I would never wear that color!”  But colors are a very private and selective hunger.

One hundred thirteen

It is too damn hot.  When I walk the pastures or walk the dog, nothing is moving!  The plants move as little as possible. If they move,  it is a loss of water.  And we all know, there has been little to no rain.  Plants have begun to wilt and wither. I have seen what would appear to be an autumn setting with fallen brown leaves surrounding a tree. Some people  love this weather but they have air conditioners.  We who do not.  We sit here and sweat or wait for a breeze.  There have been moments when I have knocked over anyone I can to catch a breeze.  

A weather man said that this weather pattern may be the new normal.  I bought a new book on shade gardening which was rewritten for climate change.  Ken Druse is the author of “The New Shade Garden” and describes how gardening has changed in our areas.  Is this not scary? 

The lambs are big this year and there is also a small handful of lambs that are tiny.  One small ram is the most odd looking and acting.  His future is so uncertain because I do not know what to do with him.  It saddens me when the lamb does not have a foreseeable future.  This is another hard part of raising livestock.

One hundred twelve

The heat has been climbing higher and higher.  I hate it.  The sheep and goats do too.  In fact, they all cornered me in the pasture and demanded air conditioning in the general area where they stay.  Of course I agreed and flee the scene as quickly as I could. One ewe kept jabbing me with her smelling hoof to make the point.  It is just too damn hot.  I would be more pleasant about the weather  if it would rain.

The ram lambs are getting practice for autumn’s breeding season.  They remind me of a small precocious dog that humps guests.  But then again, the ewe lambs are also guilty of the same practice.  Being a school teacher, I can sigh relief I did not need to stop that behavior when playing kickball.  

Here are two photos of the gang.  These little black bucks are sweet. The sheep are enjoying the day and look how big the lambs are.playing


© William Churchill 2014