Rain, rain, go away.

I’m over it.

According to my diligent photographing of my weather station, we had 50mm/1.98in of precipitation on June 3. As of today? 194mm/7.6in. And it’s raining again. I had to drill holes in my tomato tub today. It’s a galvanized wash tub that I have had tomatoes in for 3 years previously, and I didn’t put any holes in it because I needed it to retain water. Well, several days of dumping water out of it means it needs drain holes, I guess.

At any rate, my shearer is coming soon. Which means that I am going to have to be able to keep my sheep dry because wet wool doesn’t cut. This is going to be a juggling act of epic proportions. Last year, I put them into my decrepit tarp shed where I keep my hay and I just put up pallets on t-posts and made a fence. This year? the part of that shed where I put them collapsed under the snow load in the early spring, and while the structure itself is still standing, there is much less actual shelter with 20′ of roof gone. My “barn” has 2 8′ x 8′ stalls in it, which will hold my 6 sheep for a day or so manageably, except that one of those sheep is a ram who needs to be kept separate. And one of the stalls is full of baby birds. What is likely going to happen is that I will fight with my hay tarp to get it back into position where it can shelter the ewes in the shed and make them a new pen in there. The ram can go in the empty stall, and on shearing day, I will boot the chickens out of their room in the little barn and put the ewes in there while they wait to be shorn. Spoiler alert: they hate it when I put them in the chicken room. Stay tuned. Because it’s about 50 yards between the hay shed and the barn, and only one of my sheep is halter broke. Last year I had to carry 2 of them for most of that distance.

One of those days…

Someone I admire told me that she wishes I had a blog she could read and share, so maybe I’ll give it a go. 

Today we are getting a bit of much-needed rain. So of course, while I was hunkered down on the couch with my tea and knitting, the neighbour called and told me my sheep were out. Now the particular pen that the sheep were in has been securing two dogs for weeks, but the sheep were indeed out. I was going to take a picture, but Ophelia was eating my apple tree that barely survived winter, and then she tried to bolt for the garden, so no photos. Semipro-tip: Teach your animals to chase you. Now, the chickens are too stupid for this trick, but the sheep are full-speed ahead if I start running. Which is very helpful since my border collie failed herding school. 

An image of the sheep described in the post.
The culprit.