So it turns out that I have the attention span of a gnat. This is not a surprise to anyone who knew me as a child, though I’ve learned to manage it better in adulthood.
It’s been nearly a year since I managed a post. We didn’t have any lambs in the spring because the ram was too old. We lost our granny ewe and the ram to age. It’s never easy to lose them, but having a cushy place to live out your retirement isn’t so bad.
I have acquired 2 ram lambs, but haven’t yet managed to choose which one will be the breeder this year. Only a month left to decide, so one of them better distinguish himself. They’re some cross-bred meat-type rams, so we won’t get any fantastic wool out of the lambs, but I’m up to my ears in wool already, so we can afford a break from that.