Sunday, February 7, 2016

Sunday Walkabout 2-7

Now, this looks like trouble with a capital "T"!
Last week, I told you that things were about to change...

that the waiting mode had just about come to an end...

Well, boy, was I right!

After waiting for what seemed like forever, lambing time hit full-force this week. Just like we expected. Well, no, I can’t really say that. There was more than one unexpected turn of events.

I left out part of the story when I told you about the painting party over at the kids’ new house last week. There was more to my part in the job than just thinking existential thoughts while slopping on a coat of paint. Somehow, either because of my general klutziness or perhaps my complete lack of balance and poise, this painting grandma found herself doing a little free-falling. I don’t know if I fell off the bench I was standing on, or simply tripped...all I know is I was suddenly airborne! No real problem. I landed rather awkwardly in a box of toys. Nothing was broken, not even the toys! And while my hand and my pride were both fairly bruised, no real harm was done. The kids were startled and had something new to tease me about. Thankfully, no babies were playing in the toys and even though Mr. B’s lunch was disrupted, no real harm was done.

and, my hand turned such a pretty shade of purple


Or, that’s what I thought.

Sunday evening, my muscles decided to revolt and protest the rough handling. I spent most of Monday re-establishing my relationship with the heating pad. Recovery has been somewhat restricted by the required, repeated trips to the barn...but, that’s just how it goes sometimes.  The Boss has taken over feed and hay delivery, but ovine obstetrics are still my area of expertise.

Just as I was thinking that the week was going to be another one of endless waiting, the action began.

 A couple of uneventful births...

And, we moved the pullets. 





Once the Boss starts finding eggs in the brooder house, it's time for the pullets to move in with the hens. That's always "fun". This year's move went without a hitch.  And, just in time, too. The hatchery emailed that the first of the broiler chicks will arrive in 3 weeks!
with no nestboxes
eggs in the brooder are just a little gross
time to move


each flock gets a different color legband
this year it's PINK

after acclimating for a couple weeks
the pullets will be turned in with the hens


Then, the weather changed. They say that a weather change (or a full moon) will bring on those close up births.  ...and it looks like THEY are right.

When I did the last check of the evening, just before bed, something didn’t look quite right. “not quite right” is an understatement. Things were wrong…very wrong. One of the first-time ewes had a lamb coming head-first.  ...a serious mis-presentation. And, it looked it had been that way for a while. The lamb’s face was dry...and while it was hard to tell in the dim barn light, it looked a little swollen, too. That couldn’t be good. (actually, my first thought was that the lamb was dead) Back to the house to catch the Boss before he got tucked in for the night.

When we got to the barn, my assessment of the situation revealed that the lamb was NOT dead, (YAY) but, it was really, really stuck. The ewe was in pain, and didn’t seem to understand that we were trying to help. (that’s always a challenge) After some manipulating, swearing and praying (I know, my faith is an eclectic mix to say the least) I pulled the baby out. She gasped and flailed about. Hooray! I put my hand back in. Yep, another one. This one was backwards, meaning it was coming tail first. Mama sheep was really stressed, contracting heavily on my arm, so I didn’t try to re-position this baby, I just pulled it out as fast as I could. (when the lamb is backwards, the umbilical cord can break prior to delivery, or the lamb can attempt to breathe on its way through the birth canal...neither option being at all desirable) But, whoosh! Out she came. She gasped, she flailed. We rejoiced.

Mama sheep? Nothing.

Honestly, she looked like she was in some sort of shock. (rightly so, I guess) Her eyes were big and sort of glazed. She showed no interest in the lambs. When the Boss let go of her head, she bolted for the far side of the barn. *sigh*

I worked on drying off the lambs. They were big, beautiful ewe lambs, who despite their rather dramatic entrance into the world, were already trying to stand and looking for something to eat. We showed them to their mama. Nothing.

Somehow, we managed to get the whole family in a jug. But, mama-sheep was still completely uninterested. She stood in the corner of the pen, fairly unresponsive. The Boss and I exchanged worried glances as he headed off to the house for more towels. Since mama-sheep wasn’t interested, we had some lambs to clean. (we were both hoping we wouldn’t have lambs to FEED as well)
While he was gone, I tried a couple more times to get the ewe to respond. Still, nothing.

Finally, it was like a lightbulb went on. She sniffed the lamb. She started making those little sheep-y noises that the ewes make to their newborns. (this is some sort of imprinting so the lambs know their mother’s call later) She began licking...and licking. She was even licking me! The babies started nuzzling up under her, looking for a sip of the all-important colostrum.

The Boss was back by this point and we both heaved a huge sigh of relief. The best possible outcome for a potentially disastrous situation. That first lamb would not have been born without human intervention. If that one couldn’t have been born, the whole family might have died. Instead, there is a healthy sheep family wandering around the barn.

We headed off to bed.

this is what active labor looks like
A couple hours later, I went to check on the new family. They were fine, but, another ewe looked close. Really close.

Not much sleep happening on the hill tonight.

This birth was fairly non-eventful. The first lamb came without any problems, but the second one needed a little re-positioning. That was easily done. I didn’t even have to get the Boss.

But, it was obvious another ewe was ready. (see what I said about the change in weather?)

Twins were birthed out with little difficulty (meaning I basically sat there and watched). I helped clean the lambs, clipped and treated their umbilicals and put the whole family in a jug.

I helped the Boss with morning chores and we headed off to breakfast.

TRIPLETS


When I returned to the barn, I thought I was seeing things. There, milling about under the newest mama-sheep, looking for a meal, were THREE little lambs. THREE! There had been no sign of another lamb when I penned them, so I was totally surprised. They were all healthy and other than seeming a bit bewildered, the ewe was doing a fine job mothering on.

Great!

Because, another ewe was in active labor.

I hung around to see if anything would require my assistance. One baby…two babies…everything looked fine…

Suddenly there was a bunch of commotion behind the barn. I went out to check, only to find that two lambs had somehow squeezed through the fence and were in the winter paddock. One of the ewes was completely freaked out by this occurrence and was screaming relentlessly.

After chasing the lambs around and around (and around), I finally got them back with their mother and made sure the gate was latched tightly so we wouldn’t have a repeat performance.


Walking back to check on the new family, I noticed something strange…one baby…two babies…had suddenly become THREE babies!
look close
she's cleaning baby #3



everyone gets a good licking
Again.

Really.

This was wild. I don’t think we have ever had two sets of triplets within hours of each other.

Everyone seemed fine. Off to the next thing.

Later in the day another ewe went into labor. The Boss laughingly said, “wouldn’t it be funny if it was another set of triplets?”

Apparently, he’s a prophet…or maybe the son of a prophet…

Yep, you guessed it. ANOTHER set of triplets!

AGAIN with the TRIPLETS!


I couldn’t believe my eyes and phoned him from the barn. “…you won’t believe this…” Baffled silence on the other end.  “NO”…he said…”you’ve got to be joking me!”

Nope. Not a joke. And, we’re months from April Fool’s day.

THREE sets of triplets in 24 hours. I’m pretty sure that’s a farm record.

Again, everyone was fine.

Oddly enough, all three sets of triplets are made up of 2 girls and a boy. So far, only one set is needing any sort of supplementation. The whole triplet phenomenon should be a blog post…

Saturday night, as I did my last check of the evening, I found the last ewe had just given birth to a set of real nice twins.

…and so ends the lambing of 2016. 

(except for that one old girl who I’m not sure about…if she is bred, she won’t lamb until near the end of next month)

There are 26 healthy lambs down at the barn!




 All in all, an amazingly successful outcome to what I fully expected to be our worst year ever as shepherds. I guess we should reward Angus with some extra hay or something.

I’ll get you all the lambing stats later this week...with lots of baby pictures. Right now, I think I’m going to rest my back and try to catch up on my sleep. (and the laundry)

sorting seeds...
one of the seed orders included a special discount on wine
either gardening is very stressful
or quite celebratory




Tomorrow starts a new week that calls for LOTS and LOTS of seed starting. 

It’s time to gear up for Market season! Hooray!
























                                     Here’s to a Happy Sunday! 


Thanks for stopping by.  Come “visit” again real soon.


This ewe and her lamb make me laugh.
He sleeps like this ALL the time.
Her poor back...he weighs 39#!


Saturday, February 6, 2016

The Last Good-bye



Lilacs will always remind me of Kenny...

When we met Ken Bird ten years ago, he just seemed like a nice, retired guy who wanted to sell trees and shrubs at the Farmers’ Market.  His past service to his country and his long career with the railroad were overlooked somehow, as he referred to himself as a TRUE "tree hugger".

We had no idea what an impact he would have on the Market...and our lives.

I don’t know if there has ever been anyone quite so devoted to the Market. Despite the fact that he was one of the few vendors ever to hold the dubious “honor” of having ZERO in his earnings column more than once, he was always there with a cheerful smile. He might not have had big sales, but many folks loved to visit with him and his wife on a Saturday morning. He certainly knew his trees and shrubs and he had such a zest for life. His enthusiasm and gracious attitude were contagious. He was a joy to be around. 

Along with a wide variety of trees, he sold lilac bushes.  The Boss bought me one, knowing that I have always wanted to have a lilac bush by the kitchen door. The plant thrived, due in part to Ken's kind tutelage in its care.

That awful diagnosis six and a half years ago shocked everyone. And, the prognosis was worse.

“Doctor said he ain't got long
He just smiled and said

  Bring it on

If you think I'm scared
You got me all wrong
A little cancer can't break me
My heart's right and I believe


We all hit our knees
Started prayin'...”


I don’t know why anyone was amazed when he came through the surgery and subsequent treatments far better than expected. He wasn't. His faith was amazing. He left that 6 month prognosis far, far behind. And he just seemed to keep going and going. More than one acquaintance referred to him as the “energizer bunny”.  Read this one.


While he didn’t have the stamina to continue to sell at the Market, his support never wavered. When the Market came under attack from those who would change it,  he took part in its defense.  This man with one lung, who needed an oxygen tank just to breathe, making every spoken word a precious commodity, took to the phone and talking to anyone who would listen, particularly the City Manager’s office, giving his best effort to protecting something he held dear. (far more than many able-bodied folks did) He rejoiced when the Market was able to remain unaltered.




His battle with the disease was long and arduous. But, his cheerful attitude didn’t falter. He was always grateful for what he was able to enjoy.

“Naw he never gave up
Said the Good Lord's waitin'...”


He truly loved the Market and its vendors. So, when his health would allow, he and his devoted wife would come for a visit. His strength didn’t allow for long periods of standing, so the Boss improvised a seat from an empty cooler. He would sit on his cooler “throne” and feel, for a little while, that he was a part of the Market he loved.

It became a running joke to get a phonecall or text to request his “throne” in addition to his veggies and eggs. Friends and acquaintances would stop and visit as he sat there...and if for some reason he wasn’t there...the inquiries would start. I don’t know if he had any idea how many people he inspired with his quiet, cheerful attitude toward life’s greatest injustice.  There are a great number of people that we can now count among our friends as a direct result of knowing Ken.




“That's the only way to go
Fightin' the good fight
'Til the Good Lord calls you home...”


While the sad outcome was expected, there is no real way to express the sense of loss. The Market will be a different place without the possibility of the cooler “thrones” and the impromptu inspirational gatherings of friends on the sidewalk.

But, when Spring comes, the lilac bush next to the kitchen door will bloom, bringing with it the fond memories of Ken and his tree farm.


"So be well my friend
'Til I see you again
Yeah this is our last goodbye…"


(lyrics from Brantley Gilbert’s “Hell of an Amen” )


                                                      Kenneth O. Bird 1946-2016

Sunday, January 31, 2016

Sunday Walkabout 1-31


This week has been all about waiting…

…and waiting.

snow on Mbrk Road
Allegheny Mountains

We are waiting for the snow to melt.


…waiting for my back to recover from the snow removal.

…waiting for the days to pass until it’s time to plant some seeds.

Gus relaxes with "snow-dog-yoga"

But, mostly, we’ve been waiting for “Reba” to drop her lambs. (we’ll get back to that one in just a bit)

And, in keeping with our WAITING theme…it has taken me forever to get this posted. Sorry that you were kept waiting this week as well.

snowy farm 1-24


snow cover 1-29

While the snowpack is a far cry from what it was last week---and, compared to some places that ended up with FOUR feet, this is nothing---we’ve reached that point where the snow is crusty and hard and ice from the melt has made for some treacherous walking conditions. No matter how much sunshine we see, the ground is still white in many places.

snowy garden



icicles everywhere




Today the temperature is supposed to reach the mid-fifties, so I’m hoping the snow will probably be a memory before too long. And, I’m trying not to think about those predictions for February…

With all the snow on the ground, it is next to impossible to get anything done outdoors, so we remain in a “holding pattern” for a while longer. But, this gives us an opportunity to get some inside work done. (well, in theory anyway)

It really seems like we were just doing time…waiting…

"Reba" waiting for lambs
“Reba” the sheep was due to drop her first lambs this week. Monday, to be exact. Now, you may remember “Reba” the sheep from her barn dancing days…If you didn’t read that one, you really should. It has a video of sheep "dancing".  I get to watch this same performance most afternoons   as I prepare supper since the kitchen window faces the barn. The players may change, but there is some sort of exuberant dancing/running/playing every afternoon as the lambs get ready for Lamb Racing  later in the season. (again, a video worthy of your time)

Anyway...

First-time ewes are notoriously worrisome. It seems that if a sheep is going to have birthing issues, it is generally that first lambing. So, given that fact (and Reba’s propensity for the dramatic) I was keeping a close eye on her. Monday, nothing. Tuesday, nothing. Wednesday, Thursday and Friday, nothing. *sigh*

Now, in order for me to assure you (and myself) that nothing is indeed going on, I must go to the barn and physically check on Reba. (or whichever ewe is due) The cold weather demands that I don hat, coveralls, coat, boots and gloves. Every. Single. Time.  If the trip is in the middle of the night, which is also part of the job description, I have to have my headlamp as well. More often than not, I have a couple of lamb bottles tucked into my pockets. So, a trip to the barn is more like an expedition. And, lambing season is a marathon… (yes, I have heard of “barn cam”…but, it seems an awfully expensive option for a three week need)

And, if I wasn't going to the barn ALL the time, I'd miss out on seeing things like this...

He sleeps like this every night!

update on "lil Bitty"
she's up over 12 pounds!
today's warm temps means she won't need her sweater anymore
snowy lamb

one of the bottle babies
they are well over 20# now!

Finally, in the wee hours of Saturday morning, it appeared that THE TIME was finally here. Waited another hour…nothing. Two. Three. I was getting worried.

Not only was the labor NOT progressing, the Boss and I HAD to go to town for our sales delivery. I was torn. He needed me. The sheep needed me. (well, at least I thought they did)

Blondie and Tbone to the rescue!

Blondie went downtown with the Boss to do deliveries, while Tbone stayed here to give me some assistance if necessary.

While we didn’t need to do any of this special planning, here’s a special shout-out of thanks to Tbone for hanging out with me just in case. And, while it would have been kind of cool to have our “15 minutes of fame” and become Youtube sensations if we had been able to film Mamaw, Daddy and Baby Blake delivering a lamb…it’s probably for the best that we were still waiting when the Boss returned to the hill.

By this point, things didn’t look so imminent. As a matter of fact, I was beginning to wonder if I had imagined the whole thing. And, I was supposed to join the kids for a “painting party” over and Toughchick and the Man’s new house. The Boss assured me that he had it under control and I took off. (the new house is only 15 minutes away…so…)
yes, my daughter IS painting the ceiling
with her son on her back!
Don't call her Toughchick for nothin'

As I painted, I could hear the rest of the painting party talking and laughing as they worked in other parts of the house. I got to thinking how blessed my girls are. There were siblings and in-laws and extended family members all pitching in and getting the work done. Everyone was getting along. It doesn’t matter how hard things get…when you’ve got family like this, that’s there for you every time you need it…you are blessed. Not everyone is so blessed, I know this for a sad fact. But, I found yesterday’s work party most encouraging and somewhat inspiring. These people rock!

cousins

Blake and Mamaw takin' a break



While I was having these deep and profound thoughts, my phone rang.

It was the Boss.

Yep…the waiting was done!

I hadn’t been gone an hour and “Reba” finally lambed. There was another one coming…so, I did a little ovine mid-wifery by phone…but, it was really all about the Boss and Reba. And, they did a great job!

By the time I got home a couple hours later, the new family was comfortably settled in their little jug pen and adjusting to life in the barn. Another ewe/ram combo brings the present lamb count to 10.

new babies

More nice lambs, although I have some concerns about the little ewe. She has a case of entropion (in both eyes). This is when the lower eyelid turns in and allows the eyelashes to scrape along the eyeball. If this isn’t corrected, it will not only cause the sheep a great deal of discomfort, but it can lead to blindness. There are a number of simple remedies (that I will try first), but this seems to be a severe case. I am not really looking forward to treating this, as I have never attempted to use a needle anywhere near an eyeball. Yeah, ewwww. (an update may be necessary) This is hereditary, (generally from the ram) so, now we have yet another concern. We will be on the lookout for it as the rest of the lambs arrive.
see how weepy her eye looks?
This is from the irritation of the lashes on the cornea


My trips to the barn remain the focus of my life since the rest of the ewes are due by next Saturday. But, I’m going to change up with the coming week, because the first of February means it’s time to start seeds for the early broccoli crop! 

love the view through the greenhouse window

That should mean that the upcoming week will be one of ACTION! 

(seriously, all this waiting around has gotten incredibly OLD)

Apparently, Gus can't take the "excitement"...



Hope you’re having a Happy Sunday! 


Thanks for stopping by.  Come back and “visit” real soon!





Sunday, January 24, 2016

Sunday Walkabout 1-24


What a week!

But, we got through it and it’s time for our little Sunday “farm tour”. Wait, it is Sunday, right? I lost track somewhere this week.

Okay, I checked. It IS Sunday. and, off we go...

If you read the last two posts, then you know that our whole week focused on the sheep and the impending storm. If you didn’t read the last two posts, then shame on you. You should have read those first. Go...do that. Then, be sure to come back!

not a good sight
particularly when there's snow in the forecast!

Somewhere at the beginning of the week, the Boss discovered that the tractor had a flat. No big deal...put some air in, right? Wrong. He had solved the problem like that many times in the past. This time, he would need a new tire. A new tire meant a roadtrip of sorts. But, there were a number of other things to do... But, there was a big snowstorm threatening, he decided not to wait.







That was a good decision. The repair shop guys were full of stories about how crazy it would be the day before the storm as everyone decided to get “prepared” at the last minute. And, we had far more jobs that required the tractor than we originally thought.

Despite the bitter cold, the Farmers’ Market meeting went off without a hitch. It was encouraging to see that there are some new faces for this season. Now the countdown to Market has begun (if only in my mind). Opening Day April 2 is right around the corner!


After the meeting, I headed to the barn to check on the bottle babies (fine) and the ewe due to lamb. She was looking like delivery was imminent. By midnight, we had two nice lambs. These were the first of the “Angus” lambs, so it was rather exciting.

The next couple of days were filled with storm preparations as the predicted totals got higher and higher. Blizzard warnings went up and it looked like things were shaping up for an historic event.
Wednesday, we went ahead and cancelled sales for the week. At that point, we hadn’t seen a snowflake and I’m pretty sure that our decision looked rash. By cancelling sales, we effectively cancelled any earnings for the week. That’s a hard choice to make. What if the forecast was totally wrong? We would just have to live with our decision.

Storm preparations continued.


Blondie brought MrB to see the sheep
this is her final show lamb
meeting her new "lamb"

The snow began in earnest around 8am on Friday.

With the first snowflake came evidence that more lambs were arriving. They say “when the barometer drops, the babies pop.” (or something like that) By the time I got back from the house with my lambing supplies, another set of twins had been born. Mama was cleaning them up and they were looking for a meal. Yay! That’s the way to do it!  Thankfully, those were the only possible additions until after the impending storm.

Once they were situated in a jug, I headed back to the house for bottles for the other babies. The day was going to be spent going back and forth, through the snowflakes, checking on my small, woolly charges...
can you see the difference in size?








Of the new set of twins, one was enormous...possibly over 12 pounds and the other one was teeny, tiny...maybe 7 pounds (probably less). That occasionally happens with twins. While they’re inside, I guess one gets more of the mother’s nutrients. It is a situation to be aware of, as the bigger, stronger twin will dominate the food supply.

It was really hard to get the new twins dry and warm (the snow and wind were picking up in intensity and while we were in the barn...it’s not the tightest, warmest spot on the farm) I put little sweaters on the newborns and gave them a nutrient drench and a shot of selenium, hoping to give them a good start on life. I was certain they knew how to nurse their mother and saw that they had had at least a sip of her life-saving colostrum.

But, on my next trip to feed the bottle babies and I could hear lamb cries outside the barn. The tiny lamb was protesting loudly and wandering all around the jug. When I offered her a bottle, she drained it dry. Well, that was good...in a good news (she’s getting nourishment) bad news (another bottle baby?) Now, honestly, I didn’t want to co-parent the first lambs, I certainly don’t need another one. But, she was so tiny and big brother was doing his best to drain momma-sheep dry. So, I added bottle #3 to my coveralls. Momma-sheep didn’t seem to mind the help. She was still taking care of the baby, then she licked my hair and bit the bottle. (I think she even drank some of the milk...although I have no idea why)

The snow was coming down fast and furious. Each trip to the barn I swept the back porch clean...and on the return trip, I needed to do it again. I thought (erroneously) that I could keep a path clear to the barn by simply clearing it on each trip. This only worked for about two trips and then I had to admit defeat and just slog through the snow each trip. By afternoon chores, the snow was almost up to my knees.

blowin' snow
The Boss made a path with the snowblower before he headed out to push snow for the neighbor who has a VDOT contract to keep Augusta County roads clear. They spent all night going up and down Mbrk Road to the Rockbridge County line, working hard to keep that 25 miles of roadway passable.

That made for a very odd night. I was all alone here on the hill, trudging back and forth to the barn in the dark and swirling snow. He was out on the road, driving through the dark and swirling snow. Honestly, I was quite relieved when I heard the dogs barking at some “stranger” slogging through the waist-deep snow in the driveway. The Boss was back!

While he tried to get some sleep, I headed out to do morning chores. The snowfall had lessened, but the wind had kicked up. Any and all paths had been obliterated by the swirling, blowing snow. Even the dogs seemed a little overwhelmed.



Chores seemed to take forever. Between the extra encumbrance of coveralls, boots and coat and the deep snow, I certainly got a work-out before breakfast.

There was snow INSIDE the brooder house (it blew in the crack around the door). There were starlings INSIDE the henhouse (I guess they were looking for food and shelter). But, the wind had scoured the area around the henhouse clean, so the hens could come outside (once it stopped snowing)  Angus was looking quite comfortable, tucked in his little ram shed eating all the straw we put in for bedding. The ewes seemed quite disgusted that they were confined to the barn and limited to hay. But, a quick glance out the back of the barn revealed drifts over two feet high in places and no way to get to the feed corral. Their breakfast would have to wait. But, all the babies were looking good!
starlings in the henhouse


drift around henhouse


Since the Boss found it impossible to sleep, he used the snowblower to make paths to all the necessary spots. This was going to make feeding the animals MUCH easier.
MORE snow blowin'



I cleared the sheep feeders and finally let the sheep out of the barn. They all galloped headlong into the deep snow and one lamb was completely covered. Once the excitement died down, they went back to eating hay in the barn. 





Although, I did manage to leave the gate opened and the Boss had to herd sheep back in the barn later in the day.
despite her feigned innocence,
"Gladys' " green head gives her away
She helped herself to alfalfa hay!

The snow ended before suppertime and some forecasters lamented the fact that the totals weren’t all they had predicted. There were complaints about a “busted” forecast. Seriously?

digging out the feeders



We ended up with somewhere over 16 inches. There are drifts in excess of 36 inches.  I think the official tally for Staunton was 20 inches. Nothing like the 3 feet or more that had made the news earlier in the week! Personally, I’m glad. There will be enough clean-up involved in this. More would have been completely catastrophic.  The folks further North got a lot more and had the wind to contend with as well. There was serious flooding and reports of all sorts of hardships, even deaths.
deep snow in driveway


snowy Sugarloaf Mountain

the garden is under there somewhere


With Winter Storm Jonas behind us... it’s now a matter of the clean-up. There are trucks and plows and tractors working non-stop in the area to get the roads clear once more. I’m glad we made an extra trip for feed, because I don’t know when we will get back to town. (the Boss says we can go any time...I’m not so sure...) Today the Boss is using the tractor to clear paths for the vehicles. I will be spending some quality time with a snow shovel, working my way to the greenhouses.

The upcoming week will be all about clean-up. I think the Boss is going to join the road-cleaning crew again...#1daughter/SiL and the Kman are moving to a new house...and there are more lambs coming... It should be anything but DULL around here!

Thanks for stopping by!

Have a  Happy Sunday!
update on lil bitty lamb...
she has recovered and is using her big brother
for a trampoline!
(and she doesn't need a bottle...YAY)

Do come “visit” again real soon!



Sunday morning snow