Good Food is Everybody's Business
After the traumatic episode of the bloated sheep we began penning them in the barnyard overnight, and in the morning we gave them a good feed of hay before turning them back into the alfalfa pasture. We did not leave them in the alfalfa too long at each grazing session.
For some time I had been considering how to improve my pastures, and where to start. The native grass pastures had been adequate up to now, but the sheep flock was growing and the pastures were not producing much growth after the first spring flush.
Late March, 1973 – It was indeed a long winter, and before I was ready for it, along came spring. It was icy, and I was lambing on crutches, so safe to say, it was not one of my happier lambing seasons!
1972…The 70’s were wearing on. They were not the best of times, nor the worst of times; but there was such a prolonged series of …
Hello Dear Readers, I am sorry to have been away so long, and I hope you are still with me!
What a winter that was! Five days after Sean’s birth, when we were about to be released from the hospital, we’d had another blizzard. This time, we were “snowed out!” We had to delay our departure until Jerry could get the Highway Department’s big snow blower out to open our driveway. It was drifted in and packed so hard that even the big grader and plow could not get through.
We, at last, found a pony for Lisa, a beautiful five year old chestnut gelding, with a million dollar disposition. Lisa named him “Big Fellow,” but mostly he was just called “Pony.”
By June, it was time to take “Cat” to the vet to be neutered, so he would not be straying from home. Slowly, perhaps, we were learning to avoid some of the pitfalls that come with having a menagerie. We had not yet reached the threshold where we could bring ourselves to eat our own lambs. Hypocrites that we were, we marketed the ram lambs, from the past spring, to Wilson & Co. at Albert Lea, MN.
