A Lamb is Born—Finally!
June 14, 2011Ursula really fooled Mom this year! She still looked just like in the second picture when Mom and Dad went to bed last night.
No Lamb!
June 13, 2011Friday was the day Ursula the ewe was supposed to have her lamb. But she wasn’t ready, so Mom and Dad were scratching their heads. “Is she pregnant—or just fat?” they asked.
The Heat Is On (Again!)
June 6, 2011Summer arrived in the Ozarks practically overnight. It’s hot—really hot—and Ursula’s going to have her lamb next week. She’s fat and grouchy and thinks she should have a fan right now. That’s one of the ways we stay cool.
Cadwaladr’s Goat
May 23, 2011Mom is snuffling and sneezing because she has pollen allergies. Guess what she’s allergic to? The nice oak trees that make our yummy leaves! Because she’s feeling down, Uzzi and I decided to share one of our favorite goat tales with her (and you).
Holy Cow!
May 16, 2011A few weeks ago, Mom let me blog about sheep trivia from the book she’s writing. People liked it, so here’s some fun facts about cows.
Getting Shorn
May 9, 2011Our sheep were supposed to get shorn today, but it rained last night so now they can’t. They’re relieved and upset at the same time. They don’t like to be caught and rolled into all those weird positions, but they say it’s nice to feel the cool breeze on their skins afterward.
The Rains Came
May 2, 2011Everything is muck and mire on our farm. According to our rain gauge, 13 inches of rain fell in just four days! Uzzi and I huddled in our Port-a-Hut while storm after storm roared by.
Drex’s Adventure
April 25, 2011Last night, my boy Drex (one of Bon Bon’s triplets) came galloping to the dairy-goat barn with a downcast expression on his face. “It’s embarrassing,” he muttered. “What is?” I asked him.
Cheviot Dolls
April 15, 2011Have you ever heard of Cheviot Dolls? They’re half Babydoll Southdown and half Miniature or Classic Cheviot. We’re going to get one!
Chew on This
April 11, 2011Last week, a lady brought her children to our farm to meet us. The little boy looked at me and said, “What’s he chewing?” “His cud,” his mama told him. “He chews up his food and swallows it, then horks it up again and chews it some more. And you know what? He has four stomachs!”
