My muscles aren’t ready for spring clean-up on the farm. It’s been a long winter and I’ve been productive, but for winter that means spinning wool and knitting. Not exactly taxing on the body.
The farm is like any home. The yard needs raking. I’ve been dragging the leaves and smaller tree limbs to a compost pile near my flower beds (carefully avoiding the poison ivy patch that needs destroying). Afterwards, for days, I can feel every muscle in my back coming back to life. Ug.
While I was tending to the front lawn, I jerry-rigged some temporary fencing around a grassy patch between the sheep pens and the chicken coop. The grass was turning green so I let the sheep graze in there for a few hours. When they were done they slowly, as a flock, walked single file back through the gate and arranged themselves for the photo above. They were so completely satisfied that they ignored me.
You may notice the different colors and spots and sizes. A few years ago a friend of my dad brought over some sheep that have quite a mixed background. The ram was a Barbados Black Belly hair sheep and the ewe was a Black Welsh Mountain Sheep. Somewhere in the gene pool is the Jacob breed as some rams have the signature four horns. So the resulting offspring have a strange mix of breeds. AKA “Michigan mash-ups.”