June 18th, 2010

Kaboodle’s Baby Boy

Last night, a post was done discussing the signs of labor.  I made a prediction based on the signs I had read about and saw in Kit before she gave birth that Kaboodle would lamb either through the night last night, or in the morning.  Apparently, the signs are accurate as Kaboodle gave birth to a [...]

February 22nd, 2010

Icelandic Sheep

There aren’t many breeders of Icelandic Sheep around.  This surprises me because they are terrific animals.  Icelandic sheep are classified as triple purpose.  They produce milk, meat, and wool.  They also have fantastic personalities.  I have shared some of the fun experiences I have had with the two girls, Kit and Kaboodle, as well as [...]

January 18th, 2010

A Slow Week and Cold Weather

It’s been a slow week and I haven’t been feeling motivated to do much of anything as you can tell from lack of activity at The Barn.  Part of this has to do with the frigid temperatures outside.  I feel like the pigs just wanting to hibernate underneath some blankets until the chill subsides and [...]

November 21st, 2009

Isn’t Organic Best?

I am a meat-eating, animal-lover, an omnivore who can nonetheless appreciate the value (and personalities) of living, breathing animals, even those that are not typically domesticated.  For example, keeping two pigs as house pets does not keep me from enjoying a bite of pork now and again. Some people may find this hard to [...]

There is a common belief in western culture that sheep are good and goats are bad.  Many religious sermons discuss separating the sheep from the goats (and the goats aren’t on the good side) and even in popular culture, goats are portrayed less wholesome than their ovine counterparts.  To be sheepish is to be shy, [...]

October 22nd, 2009

The Dance

The backdoor creaks open.  The backyard bleats in response.  Clunky rubber boots thud down the deck steps.  A widespread rustle in the woods rushes towards me.  Heaving an orange, painter’s bucket, water sloshes on my side, on my water-resilient boots, in my water-resilient boots.  Halfway to the barn, the wooded rustle catches up to me.  [...]