What a weird week. 80 degrees for days on end. In March. Our pregnant ewes are suffering. They have a year’s worth of wool on their backs and triplets in their wombs. The shearer is arriving tomorrow to strip their fleece, but getting the animals through another hot day and night will be key. Bob is busting out the fans we use at the county fair.
Caroline is headed to a hog sale on Saturday to choose her 4-H pigs for the fair. It’s always fun when they arrive and tear around the outdoor lot behind the barn.
I had a tiny animal adventure this week, too. I got home from work one evening and went to the backyard to read in the warm setting sun. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw something move. I looked over the top of my magazine and there was a deer (I think a young buck) a few feet away from my lawn chair, slobbering. Drool was spinning out of his mouth in streams to the ground. We stared at each other for a few seconds, motionless, and then he ran off to the north.
Enjoy the weekend! I will be doing yard work. My irises and lilacs are weeks ahead of schedule, and my garden plot is sprouting weeds.
This is what I’m waiting for: