So LG, just yesterday, I think, asked when we’d get sheep again. J – if you’re reading you might want to skip this entry.
I told him I’m not ready to now, which he understands but he’s been there when he’s Grandma has offered me (future) pasture so the question has become when. Of course, when I suggested we do it together and he does a 4H lamb thing – well, he wasn’t too into that. But he was into the sheep.
I have to confess, although I love the lightened workload and expenses, I do miss them. It seems to me that I will be lobbying for a handful – just a fibre flock – when the meadow is an option. Not having to buy hay year ’round will make a huge difference. That’s not to say there aren’t things to sort out (like fences and water) but I’m making headway on that. And if it’s planned out, especially knowing what we know, it will not be an overwhelming deal.
Someone recently asked what I mean by fibre flock. I mean, a handful, literally a trio or slightly more, of wethers or ewes with great fleece. Um, and a livestock guardian of some sort. Llama maybe.
So yeah, I do want woolies again, even knowing how much work they are. A group of us were playing – totally coincidentally – the what do you want to be when you grow up game. Yep, sheep figured into it. Highly.