Dry Spell

Or rather a Cold Spell,

It has been ridiculously cold, and frankly we all have suffered through this so I won't rant on and on about it here.  I really have just been waiting for something to blog about, something worthwhile, intriguing, etc. . . . . Well,  here goes.

On Sunday, Judy and  I had out sheep sheared, I was hoping when I booked it (months ago) that it would be warmer out, alas, it was was -26 out to greet my newly sheared sheep.  Luckily they have a barn with a ton of straw in which to seek refuge.

The lady who does the shearing has a real job as well but shears small flocks, llamas, and alpacas, whe did a great job and for $7 you can't really go wrong.  Turns out shearing is a family affair with lost of visitor coming and going to watch I can't say it was all that warm while we performed this task either, though we were in a barn and out of the wind.

The fruits of our efforts are destined for naught as wool is essentially worthless,

The main reason I wanted to shear my sheep was to examine just how far along my ewes were in their pregnancy. Turns out, pretty close Two day later Tuesday TODAY in fact,

I came home from and excursion for pie to find. . . my first lamb, he is a ram soon to be not so ram-ish.  He and his mother appear to be doing well.While the shearing went on we discovered that all of the ewes are pretty close this one is not the one anyone expected first.  

He's a little squirmy and wasn't that easy to photograph.

Anyway, finally really had something to blog about this could have been two but I thought I would economize.