The sheep are still knee deep in clover and living it up (if not a wee bit daggy on the rear...). They are not so keen on the grasses that are beginning to get a bit coarse, so we've been supplementing a bit of hay until we move them onto the more permanent pasture of a better mix of grass and legumes.
Here's a couple wee ones who snuck through the fence in search of...greener pastures? Obviously those little hooves don't make very good ground rods, despite the little drench of rain we've been getting lately. Finally, here are the new additions. It's spring, and like the rest of us, they could use a new do for the new season and whaddaya know!? They're getting one. These are 'hair sheep' who don't need sheared because they shed their coat. Hence the mangy look they're sporting this week. But it's shedding quickly, so I'm guessing they'll be back to their sleek selves and ready for bikini season very shortly.
Oh hippies trading silly livestock. My dad has been explicit in his warnings about our getting a cow and although Mark's dad hasn't been as outspoken, his face sometimes gives away his thoughts. Anyway, it's just another experiment on the farm of life around here, so if it doesn't work out maybe I'll trade a jersey for more sheep...who knows!? I ordered three books about milk cows and have been plowing through them in record time to prepare. So we'll see if the theory that farmers can't be made by reading books is legit. I hope for the sake of agriculture that it's not, since that is probably the fastest growing sector of young farmers in the country.
Wish us luck and next time I post I hope to have pictures of the new lady on the farm, doe eyes and all!