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Mr Luca Goes Home March 13, 2016

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Last weekend Mr Luca went home to Wisconsin.  He traveled rather inelegantly in a dog crate in the back of my Honda Fit.  Yes, there are pictures.


This is a selfie I took. I promise I wasn’t driving when I took this:-)


Mr Luca took up almost all of the back of the car.  Though he looks crowded, he could turn around and his back and head weren’t touching the top of the crate.  About halfway there, he sat down and took a nap.


I think he was kind of confused by the whole situation, but he dealt with it pretty well.

He was greeted by lots of familiar faces when he got home.  Everyone seemed really excited to see him!


Mr Luca got his own room upon homecoming.  I think he was just happy to get out of the car.  Really, everyone was.

Hopefully we will see lots of little Mr Lucas running around here in a couple of months!


Mr. Luca February 22, 2016

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This is Luca (or Mister Luca as I call him).  This photo of him was taken at the Wisconsin Sheep and Wool festival this past autumn.  He has more wool now, but he isn’t terribly keen on being photographed.  Mostly I get shots of his behind.  And while it’s a nice rear, it wasn’t what I wanted to show y’all.


He has been visiting our farm since right around Christmas.  He will be the baby daddy of any lambs born this spring.  I know that many of you are wondering why I put Mister Luca in with the girls so late.  Well, simply put, because I didn’t need early lambs.  Since my sheep are being raised for wool, having early lambs doesn’t really give me any economic advantage and a lot of weather related disadvantages.  Iowa in December, January and February can be very nasty and temperamental and COLD!  So, if I don’t need to be lambing then, why would I?  My girls were all born in May and June themselves. 

Luca will need to go home to Wisconsin soon.  I will miss having him around.  Hopefully I will be seeing his face everywhere in a few months….


This is a Test February 21, 2016

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I am testing a new system for blogging.  My computer has aged to a point where blogging was becoming difficult if not impossible. 

I hope that I will be blogging more in the coming weeks and months using this system. 


Settling In June 9, 2015

The last couple of weeks have been all about learning about and getting used-to the new members of the farm. The sheep are getting not only used to us, the humans,  but also to the other animals.  They are fascinated by the farm cats and will start a small stampede following one of the poor nervous felines right up to the fence!  Dusty, my little fuzzy white dog makes them all pause and investigate as well much to his discomfort.  If I sit down, often they will come right up to me and sniff my neck and nibble my hair, which I take as a compliment.


The flock is remarkably quiet.  Everyone on the farm knows if someone has gotten out of the fence because one of the girls just goes nuts.  She has a high-pitched bah and if the flock was a high school class then the noisy one would be that one girl who always (loudly) said, “Hey! You aren’t supposed to be doing that! Wait for me! Wait for me! I’ll tell if you don’t wait for me!!!”  But honestly, that is about the only time that they make a noise other than chewing (they are loud chewers) or belching (ditto).


Memorial day was all about worming and vaccinating.  I didn’t take any pictures.  You’re welcome.  We also moved the flock which didn’t go all that well (ahem).  Shetlands aren’t one of the strongest flocking sheep breeds around.  Plus most of these are young ewes.  All in all you have a recipe for some cabbage in the garden to be eaten!  We probably shouldn’t have tried to move them when we were tired from all the vaccinations and worming fun and they were all keyed-up from being vaccinated and wormed.  Lesson learned.

set 3set 4However, we do have a flock leader now.  Her name is Abigail and she can be by turns both amazingly easy to work with and a complete brat.  We’re still working out the kinks in the relationship:-) Only a handful of the sheep have names at this point.  Buddy, the big black wether, Abigail, Herbert (his scrapie tag is 1938, during the Great Depression [though I know not during Hoover’s administration, but he looks like a Herbert too]), and Liberty.  Her scrapie tag is 1976.

Miss Abigail being good.

Miss Abigail being good.

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Abigail and Herbert.

The sheep are amazingly good at keeping the lawn mowed and seem to relish their job.  They are also insanely curious about the chicken flock who have been moved to temporary outdoor quarters with the sheep (electric fencing and jealous wethers are added protection from the ravenous raccoons we have around here).  So far our county hasn’t been hit with the avian flu so we are keeping our fingers crossed that we can keep these girls alive since the cost of eggs has skyrocketed already.

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Chickens! May 13, 2015

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Yes, Humke Farm is joining the ranks of having feathered friends to make eggs for us.  I had ordered the lovely ladies through Blain’s Farm and Fleet almost two months ago.  They are Rhode Island Reds, Aracuna/Easter Eggers, Buff Orpingtons, and a few Black Australorps.


This is the row of temporary brooders that they had set-up at Blain’s for the chicks and ducklings that hadn’t been pre-ordered.


These are my girls all warm and snug in their little brooder.


The Great Sheep Drive: Part Five-Homecoming

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We are down the road from Kadoka by the time the clock read six am.  The sheep had their water removed (it would spill all over) and another half-bale of hay given to them.  South Dakota went by very quickly thanks in part to their eighty mph speed limit on the interstates.  We crossed the Missouri river and stopped there for a break.

pt5-1After the Missouri, the land quickly becomes less wild, more domesticated.  The vistas of buttes and exposed strata of rock morphs into orderly fields of grains and tidy farmsteads surrounded by windbreaks.  The further East we travel, the darker the just-planted soil becomes.  The ditches become greener and the trees more numerous.

We cross over into Southern Minnesota around mid morning.  It is here, when the land becomes distinctly more like home, that I start musing about hefting.  Hefting is a term that applies to sheep that are naturally bonded to the place where they were born.  You can take a hefted sheep away from its place and it will always try to return.  The most famous hefted sheep is the Herdwick.  Shepherds there don’t need to worry about their sheep wandering too far away as they really sincerely don’t like to be away from home.  I’m starting to wonder if there are hefted humans too.  As we moved further into territory like home I began to feel more at ease.  I was nearly giddy by the time I pulled into the driveway.

C backed the trailer up to the gate (I may be ok driving the rig by now but I am still NOT ok backing it) and then we went and checked the paddock for any problems.  There were only a few and they were all quickly taken care of.  We grabbed some more people to help unload them.  As we all waited, C opened the back gate.  At first they didn’t seem to want to come out but eventually the thought of freedom won and in ones and twos they came out of the trailer.  And then stop.  And immediately put their heads down and start to eat like they have never had a meal in their lives.  We didn’t have any trouble with them trying to bolt or anything, rather they wouldn’t move probably not realizing that there was more like that in their paddock!

I can’t really blame the sheep.  Where they were born and raised is very dry.  Even C was kind of taken with the sheer amount of GREEN that we have here right now.  I’m sure the sheep thought that they had died and gone to heaven!

C really needed to leave as she really wanted to get back to the ranch.  We loaded her up with canned goodies and bottles of honey and sent her on her way.

The sheep have already found a favorite spot to hang-out.  It is in a corner where two buildings meet so it is both sunny and out of the wind.  I have been watching them closely for signs of bloat or diarrhea as they did have a rather drastic change in diet.  But so far, they have all been good.   They even seem to be getting used to me checking on them repeatedly.  And taking lots of pictures.  LOTS of pictures.  I think I keep taking pictures of them because it is so hard for me to believe that they are actually here.





I cannot thank all of the people who helped to make this happen enough.  Deb for introducing me to C, my parents for supporting me even if they might think me a bit nuts, all the people who work with C who put in the time and effort to allow this newbie shepherd her own flock.  My boyfriend, Joel, for helping me do the heavy lifting.  To my friends who offered support and advice.  And most of all to C for her generosity and her time.  Thank you.


The Great Sheep Drive: Part Four-Setting-Off

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Both C and I are morning people, so the early morning isn’t particularly difficult for either of us.  We are both up in the five o’clock hour and fully ready to go before the clock turns to six am.  We go out to the truck and trailer which has already been thoughtfully provisioned with water and hay by the ranch foreman the previous evening and is parked and ready for the sheep to be loaded.

The loading goes quickly and I count the sheep as they go into the trailer to make sure that there are still twenty-three of them.  The have plenty of space in the large trailer and clean straw to bed down in for the trip.  Our goodbyes are brief in the brisk morning.  I go to shake the foreman’s hand and he envelopes me in a hug.

We head-off down the interstate towards Helena and I am finally able to see the area we had traversed earlier only in the dark.  Traveling South we make our way gradually out of Montana.  There is a LOT of road construction so C drives through the worst of it.  We change places after we stop for a break at Wheat Montana, a fabulous bakery that a local farmer had started after becoming disillusioned with selling a commodity.  It’s a fabulous example of a farmer taking their raw ingredients and making them into a value added product that is now sold across the US.

Taking over driving the truck and trailer was a little nerve-wracking at first.  I’m not really used to driving something that large to begin with and adding something even larger to the back was disconcerting.  However the weather was beautiful, sunny and bright and only a little breezy.  And the country that we were passing through was amazing.  The colors and landscape features were mesmerizing.  We drove through two Indian reservations and past the battle site of Little Big Horn (Custer’s last stand) and many, many little colorful homes of the Native American’s living there.  I managed to not go over the side of the several mountains that we went over.  Going up the mountains was no big deal, it was the coming down that was a little scary.

Eventually we cut through a little corner of Wyoming and make our way to South Dakota.  It is here that we first see the snow from the storm system that we knew was pushing ahead of us (the same one from Denver).  The further South we go, the more snow we see.  We had tentatively planned on stopping in Rapid City for the night but we got there much sooner than we had anticipated and pushed on a little further down I-90, past the Badlands National Park to Kadoka.  There we found many of the hotels were not yet open for the season so it made our hotel selection relatively easy.  We also needed a place that was easy to get in and out of with the truck and trailer as well as a place where we could easily see the rig from our rooms.


The Rodeway Inn met all of our requirements (being open and with easy parking) and we checked in and then went to dinner.  We pulled the rig back in and parked in a place easy for us to both see from our rooms and prepared to settle in for the night.  We gave the sheep their water and broke up the bale of hay that had fallen out of the attic of the gooseneck trailer during a particularly bumpy part of the trip.  The sheep were are pretty relaxed about the trip.  It was cool out but not cold or rainy and they had hay and plenty of space to lie down if they wanted.


Sorry about the blurry picture, it was taken with the iPhone peeking through the ventilation at the top of the trailer.


We all turn in for an early night.



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