Sunday, August 20, 2017

Norris Update

Young Norris is doing just fine!  He's been here a bit over a month now and seems very happy with his lot in life.



He's gained 20 lbs and it shows in both width and height.



He has the sweetest temper and loves to be petted.


Andy was even helping him channel his inner Cheviot today.  Not!  He's the opposite of a Cheviot's temperament and took the ear lift with good graces.


What a good lamb!

Sunday, August 13, 2017

A Horsey Day

My friend Sue and I were both 'horsey girls' long before we met in college.  In fact, we went to different colleges originally and must have ridden against each other as we were each on our school's respective riding teams.  Then we met at SUNY Delhi and have been boon companions alllll these years since.

"Hey, Robin, want to go to Walnut Hill for the day to watch the driving competitions?"

What a silly question!

So off we went and had a great time despite rain.  The carriage driving at Walnut Hill seemed to me to harken back to a more genteel time when everyone dressed nicely and no one seemed in a hurry.  I found it much more enjoyable than watching the driving classes at the state fair.  That's probably not fair to the people at that venue but with the ring being outside, seating under the trees, no crazy music or noise from the midway, white tents with white tables and chairs where you could sit and sip the cocktail made for you by the honest-to-gosh white jacketed bartender....  it's just got a totally different feel than other shows I've been to.

The 'barns' for housing the horses were actually specialized tents. There were several tent barns set up and I saw license plates on trailers from as far away as Florida.   Clearly the horses were all well mannered and refined too since the walls were only canvas.  Staying in your stall was more of a polite suggestion than a command.  ;-)


Exhibitors were busy with horses and equipment, either getting ready for their next class or rinsing the mud off the carriage wheels from the last outing.


This cart looks like the carriage world's version on an ATV!  I'm guessing it's made sturdy for training.


It wasn't really possible to get close to the horses during the actual classes.  These four-in-hand teams had just finished their class when we came onto the grounds.  Such a grand sight to see teams of four horses turned out so beautifully with shiny harness and bright paint and footmen in uniforms.  It's easy to see the romance of that lifestyle, especially from the safety and security of 2017.



There were a few classes particularly for ponies while we were there and charming little ponies they were!  It was a pleasure to watch them clipping along.




It's a little pixilated but look at the white Shetland pony second from the left.  So cute and little when he was trotting it made my voice go up an octave.  ;-)


And the vendors there were primarily horse oriented in one way or another, whether driving or fox hunting, or offering equipment, or painting portraits of your horses or dogs from photos.  Although, some how these guys snuck in.  And really, who doesn't need a pig made out of horse shoes?


But the art for sale is what impressed me the most, in particular a booth filled with hand painted furniture.  One would have to have the right home (and coordinating wallet) to bring these pieces home but did I ever drool over them.  Trust me, the pictures don't do them justice.  (Pics taken with permission of the artist).




And even though it was an equestrian venue I still found wool!  A pair of beautifully needlefelted purses - a clutch purse size and matching coin purse.


We caught one last class on our way out - the Old Guard's class, wherein all the drivers were required to be 65 years or older.  By then the sun had come out and it was a delight to see all the exhibitors and think that they were all enjoying their passion, and managing it just fine, well into their 'seasoned citizen' years.  May we all be so lucky!

There's that teeny white Shetland pony again, in the center!


And the class winner drove an interesting unicorn hitch of three horses.


If you've never gone to this event I encourage you to mark your calendar for next year.  The show runs for five days and any one of them will be a treat to watch even if you aren't a bona fide 'horsey girl.'

Sunday, July 30, 2017

A Lamb Despite Not Breeding

Meet Norris, the newest addition to the Cotswold flock.


Norris is a lamb from the last colored Cotswold ram I sold who went to a very nice farm and shepherd in MA. (Norris' mom was from here too.)  That ram was the last son of Gilly, one of my favorite colored Cotswold ewes. She's now too old to breed again and I have been regretting not having any young males from her.  Long story short, young Norris here became available and so I couldn't resist adding him to the flock.  I hope to breed a very select number of ewes in the future and I can't wait to see lambs from this line.

He has a perfect companion in old Ian who has a stiff shoulder and is penned separately from the other rams to avoid further injury.  (Not to worry, they can all see and hear each other - nobody is housed truly alone.)  Anyway, I told Ian he was going to become an "Uncle".

"Excuse me?  I don't think I was consulted."

It's working out just fine and they go out together after their morning crunchies to graze the little pasture attached to the barn.  (The other boys are let out first and they pass through it to the larger pasture.)

 "Man, this kid is wearing me out."


But when Ian gets tired and goes in to rest Norris quite often stays out a while longer to graze.  He's a Cotswold, therefore a natural born good eater!

"I'm coming......just a minute....okay.....be right there............."

He's an extremely friendly and personable lamb who clearly got loved on a lot by his first shepherd.



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This is the view I got the most of.




He's a sweetie!

Wednesday, July 19, 2017

The Most Bestest Visit - Part 2

Sunday begins the same as all other days - morning chores.  The sheep and chickens come out and get ready to face the day.


It's still dim in the barn and Betsy, up in the rafters, has her headlights on.


Sunday includes church.  I love this place.  Small, friendly and sincere.  Sara plays the piano and has a knack for picking the exactly right hymns for the service.  No small feat with hundreds of choices in the hymnal and learning the week's message when you walk in the door.


After church we took a bit of a field trip to the farm that Rocky and Jared were delivered to last year. It was a great chance to see some of the lambs they produced and to see them, too.  First though, we stopped at yet a different farm to pick up two fleeces Sara needs to work with.  The LGDs (Livestock Guard Dogs) there were very fierce.


Then we were off to AnneMarie's place.  All the farms we went to have a perimeter fence that enclosed the yard and driveway so you never know what creatures might be wandering around besides the dogs.  In this case there were some very chatty young turkeys that came to greet us.


The head Border Collie was poised to herd them but no order was given so she just stood there .....waiting....watching......

"Wait!  Where's that one going??  They're supposed to stay together!"

We walked out into the pasture to see the flock.  You couldn't ask for a nicer place to lounge and just be a sheep.





Some of the youngsters were friendly to the shepherd but of course with us it was 'stranger danger' and they were wary and ready to beat feet.




Lovely sturdy lambs and everyone is clean and sleek.  What a great place.  The flock finally decided they'd had enough and took themselves down the hill farther into the pasture.


The LGDs here clearly sensed that Julie was ready to attack the flock so they cleverly hemmed her in so she couldn't do any damage.


And if you're a great big dog how do you get through the woven wire fence into the next pasture?



The rams were in a different pasture of course and less willing to let us approach.  Actually, I think the colored rams would have been fine but the white ram was having none of it and led them off.  There was no point chasing them so we just watched them move around the field.  They are clearly living the good life.



Returning home we were grateful to see that Betsy had been keeping a keen eye on everyone while we were away.


What a great vacation!  But fish and house guests start to smell after three days so we had one last morning cup of coffee on the porch.....


and headed back to New York.  Thanks, Crazy Sheep Lady - it was totally awesome!