Tonight, Lippizzaner Stallions
That’s what is on my agenda. We are leaving at 4:00 p.m., my parents, my mother-in-law, Annie and I to head down to the Big City. We have to travel another hour south of the Big City to see the gray steeds but this time it will be in a real horse arena, indoors with good lighting.
I saw them perform for the first time at a showing around my birthday in 2006. The lighting was great, while it lasted, but after the sun went down it was just a couple of flourescents shining from the grandstands. The bummer about it was that the dressage arena was set up in a lawn area inside of a race car track. We had, just below where I could shoot from, a tall chain link fence obstructing the view of the lower ten rows of seats in the grandstands. Not exactly something that gives that heir of royalty as you watch the dancing stallions.
The other bummer was all the banners that made such a lovely background, nothing like I would invision Vienna with the gold leaf patterns on the walls and velvet covered chairs. But they were a feast for the eyes, atleast for this Lippizzaner crazed girl.
One of my biggest dreams for as long as I can remember is to visit the Spanish Riding School in Vienna, Austria. I would love to go for a tour through their stalls, sit in a chair up in some balcony watching the stallions perform.
The way they move, with subtle cues is astounding. Their rhythm, their grace, their beauty, it is something to behold. I will see them again tonight, and will envision my balcony in Europe.
Anniversary Flowers
It was mine and Hubby’s 6th anniversary this past Sunday and though he was quite busy, he made sure that his mom picked up some flowers for me.
At first I thought they were a strange color combonation. Something I definitely would not have picked out myself. I tend to go for the less dramatic.
I tend to lean toward the greens, light pinks, whites, and soft yellows. Sometimes I’ll go for a nice purple or violet color with a splash of orange mixed in. But burgundy and yellow with bright pink? I never would have picked it.
It is far too bold for me. I’m not one to normally want to be seen in a crowd or be noticed. But these flowers, they sure do. They scream at the tops of their lungs to be seen. They are dramatic, bold, and quite contrasty.
Much like my husband, which makes these a perfect fit coming from him. Once the roses started opening and the flowers started coming alive, they bloomed in to a gorgeous bouquet, one I would not have picked for myself, but isn’t that the perfect gift? One you youself would not choose?
Things you may not know
My friend over at Laughing Orca Ranch tagged me oh… over a month ago… Okay July 24th to be exact. That was the very day I got pretty sick and well, her tag sure didn’t go unnoticed because I saw that someone had linked to my blog on my stats. So my deepest apologies to you LOR! I am sorry it has taken me this long to reply but here goes…
I must reply with things that you may not know about me (I chose to do 5):
1.) Believe it or not, I did not want my sheep. There it’s out. I really didin’t, I had raised suffolk sheep for 4H and was sick and tired of the whole scene. I had done it for years and was worn out almost to the point of starting to bad mouth sheep and lamb meat when I got the chance. My hubby actually was wanting some to breed and then eat the babies for meat. We both sure didn’t like lamb but he thought that if we raised them, we’d save some money, and learn to like lamb.
I told him that we would take four ewes, they were free afterall. My godfather was actually the one who had them and as we backed the trailer up to the barn, he loaded all eleven! You should have seen my eyes pierce my hubby as he kinda shrugged his shoulders and grinned. Yeah, as if he would have stopped my godfather. So I was grumbling, complaining and whining all the way home for an hour. Something along the lines of, “These are your sheep. I don’t want anything to do with them, they’re hard to take care of, die at the blink of an eye, get sick, and are horrible to eat. They’re all yours.”
Yeah, that all lasted maybe a week. Then there was the few favorites as the personalities started coming out. Then the following spring we had a couple of lambs on the ground and everything was all over. My mother juices started flowing and I was fawning all over the silly sheep. Yep, and now look at me, a total nut. These Jacobs are nothing like the Suffolk I used to have. They don’t get sick, they forage for food, they taste awesome (did I just say awesome?) totally unlike your average market lamb. They’re tender, non-gamey, lean and oh so good, not too much unlike beef really. Shew, I feel better about getting that out.
2.) I’m going to watch the Lippizzaner stallions perform this Thursday night! Stay tuned for a report…
3.) I’m a research aholic. If I am interested in a new breed (Jacob sheep for example) I will research until I am blue in the face. I do it with everything I’m interested in. Anatolian Shepherds, Nikon lenses and cameras, Spanish type horses, Kiger mustangs, Photoshop CS3… the list goes on.
4.) In case you haven’t noticed, I love rare breeds (domestic). They’re so interesting to me and I can’t learn enough about them. It doesn’t really matter what kind of animal, although I admittantly am not interested in pigs in the slightest (sorry pig lovers!) I love rare cattle, sheep, dogs, horses, even chickens of which I own none though the Old English breed has my ears perked. I think that the rare breeds is essential to our way of living and shows us a bit of living history. They are usually very hardy, exceptional in their products, and are so real if you know what I mean. No they don’t mature in 28 days like people have bred animals to do for meat (chickens specifically) but they’re good and good for you! What a thought, good for you!
5.) It is 9:21 p.m. and I still haven’t put the sheep away… Must pull myself away from the computer… Must leave… Must do chores still… Thankfully hubby and baby are in the other room sawing logs. Until next time, enjoy.
Tagged, if you so choose to participate:
- Stories from the Farm
- Dixie’s Mustangs
- Middle of the Road (a Pony Girl Cousin!)
- Wren Song Farm
Happy Herefords come from California
Hubby’s been busy working, as you may know. He’s been up way before the crack of dawn (2:00 a.m.) and home late. Yep, he’s been hoing a pond, the guy won’t use a shovel because he thinks the banks won’t be as smooth.

He finally finished it the other day, and boy is he pooped. Poor guy’ll sleep for three weeks straight, I’m sure.
Just kidding, only on the hoing a pond part. He has been up at 2:00 a.m. most mornings and working seven days a week but not on the pond.

Truth be told, he had some help from an excavator.

Okay and a bull dozer. And actually these were taken back in June, before the mad rush at his shop. And our pond is filled now, it’s water is clear, and the vegetation is starting to come back in in spots.

It’s a nice size though, big enough to swim in, and deep enough too as it’s probably 10′ deep at the deepest spot. Hubby, Lonnie (the dozer guy) and Darrel (the dozer guy’s son, excavator boy), are standing down on a low spot, a place where the animals can get out if they so choose to fall in. Where they’re standing has water, but only about 6″ deep.

Once all the equipment stopped, the cows started getting their curiosity perked. They love the fresh dirt, and love the smell of the equipment. It’s enough to turn these calm, placid creatures into raving lunatics.

They all went snarffing around the equipment and dirt, looking at every little item while we all talked and enjoyed the thought of how our pond would look in the future.

That’s when the calves started going for it, they couldn’t contain themselves much longer. In the lead is Little Debbie, then Sir Loin, then Stew. At this moment, I realized I’d be getting blurry pictures as it was going on 9:00 p.m. and the light was low. I bumped up my ISO to it’s highest, 1600 and snapped away. At this point a photographer has to reassure herself that the story is good enough to have blurry pictures.

I wonder what has stopped them cold in their tracks?



Jessica, their older yearling sister has come bounding off the dam. I could hear three little voices cry, “Run away! Run away!”

Smart little calves that they are, they dispersed in to the high grasses so as to be camoflauged. Jessica would then have to single one of them out and would be delayed by deciding which one to go after. A smart tacticle move on the calve’s part.

But Jessica found something quite alluring there on a hump of wet water grass. Something smelt sooo good that even Layla had to join her on rubbing all over the stuff. Crazy picture, I know, but they were all so smitten.

It must have been cat nip for heifers because there goes Jessica again…

…And back! She was dashing all over the place…

…Until Layla gave her the scariest face she could muster and Jessica dashed off again. I didn’t know that heifers could be so good at barrel racing, I think Jessica may have some hidden talent. Anyone wanna give her a try?

The thing about the big cows is that they tend to slow down again quickly. The calves then decide that since the big beasts have moved off the track, it is now safe for them to show their stuff.


This is Little Debbie, she is so stinkin’ cute I could squeeze her. She is seriously ALL girl.

Meanwhile Mattilda has found that a dozer blade is quite nice for those hard to reach places.

These are the boys, Stew and Sir Loin. They were hanging around in front of Lonnie’s truck so I snuck around to the off side and started shooting. They saw my lens peeking out.

Sir Loin was the only brave one to come up though. He has a very inquisitive personality and loves to bat his long white lashes at me. I think he knows that he has an “in” with me being that his mama is Mattilda (my favorite, sweetest cow this side of heaven), and his sis is Jessica.

All three little hoodlums decided to wander off to see what else they could get in to.

Of course the boys, being boys, had to show off for Little Debbie and display their strong muscles in a good round of head-butt. I don’t think she looks too impressed though. Actually, most normal girls never really are.

It was then that they saw my poor old dog as a target (warning: it is going to get blurry but you will notice that the head’s are blurry showing action).

Sir Loin starts to charge while Oliver wheels.

Closing in on his target!…

Stew’s in the background, gearing up for back-up.

“Oh shoot, it’s that crazy lady again.”

“Be careful Sir Loin. It looks like she could pounce at any moment!”

“Eeeek! I think I can, I think I can… Eeeek!”

They make it past me and Sir Loin goes straight in to seeing how to un-hitch a trailer. Typical guy.

Stew wrecks havoc with his mama Layla.

And Jessical is back to enjoying the tall green grass.
Horse Owner’s Chain Letter
I thought this was cute, and I have definitely felt like this though the prospect of getting 16,000+ horses is a bit overwhelming.
Dear Horse Owners,
Are you experiencing too many second and third finishes behind inferior horses at horse shows or endurance rides? During a trail ride, does your horse forget everything he was bred to do and taught to do?
Well, this simple chain letter is meant to bring relief and happiness to you. Unlike most chain letters, it doesn’t cost any money.
Simply send a copy to six other horse owners who are dissatisfied with the way that their horse is behaving, or their state of health. Also, wrap up your horse and send him/her to the horse owner at the top of list, and add your name to the bottom of the list. Do not use a return address or the post office may try to contact you.
In one week you should receive 16,436 horses, and at least one of them should be a keeper.
Have faith in this. Do not break the chain. One owner broke the chain and got his own horse back.
Good luck
When Mama’s Late with Lunch
Hi Kids, Annie here. My mama thinks that I am a toddler now instead of a baby. I don’t really like the word toddler though, so I consider myself a baby (mainly because it is easy to say.)

Mama was late with lunch the other day and I knew I was allowed to play in a certain cabinet. I am not walking yet, just crawling and pulling up, but that gets me into a lot of things! I can open the cabinets from the top and pull them open. This cabinet was okay with mama because it is full of ziploc containers and my dishes. She also had a large container filled with my oatmeal cereal! What a great find!

If your mama is ever late with lunch, just be sure to scope out where she keeps your snacks and cereals and you can help youself. Opening the twist lid isn’t too hard, just remember the phrase “righty tighty, lefty loosey.” It worked for me and I was able to feed myself!

Beware when the kitty wants to join you, especially big fat ones because they eat a lot and you might not have much food for yourself after they’re done!

When you get near the bottom, be sure and dump the remaining cereal out so that mama can wash the container. She doesn’t like it when there is leftovers on your plate, so why would she like leftovers in the container?

Oh hi mama! Don’t worry about me for lunch, I’m all taken care of!
Factoring Dun Factor
Factor – one of two or more numbers or expressions that are multiplied to obtain a given product.
Dun horses are often mistaken for buckskin horses and visa versa. There is a clear difference though, and being that all five of my horses are dun factored horses, I will show you just what makes a dun horse dun.

All three of these horses can be considered a dun horse. Yes, there are three very different variations one being a grulla, a dark bay dun and a lighter bay dun or “coyote dun.” First off we’ll start with a grulla pronounced grew-ya. A little bit of Spanish language in highschool will teach you that when you have two L’s right next to eachother they say “ya,” i.e. tortilla (tor-T-ya). Please, in the name of all things good, do not pronounce grulla, “grew-la.” It’s tacky and obscene to a dun lover like myself. I actually got in an argument about it with a supposed “mustang-know-it-all.” I’m normally very quiet in person but it annoyed me no end to hear her say grew-la and when I gently and informatively corrected her, she said she knew how to pronounce it because her husband was a BLM mustang inspector… Big deal lady, you sure wouldn’t know a Spanish word if it jumped up and bit you in the butt.

This is a very dappled (so my horses thrive on being obese), light grulla mare. I like to call her a latte grulla but in order to not confuse, most people would call her a silver grulla because she is so light in color.

Her face has a dark mask up the bridge of her nose which is a definite dun factor marking. This marking shows up most of the time in dun factored horses. The next thing you’ll notice is her wildly bi-colored mane. The light frosted color is a dun factor marking though this does not show up in all dun horses, and some lines have it more prevalent than others. I have another mare who is this mare’s half sister (same sire) that also has the beautiful bi-coloring. All my others do not have it, but that doesn’t mean they aren’t dun. Next you’ll see her dark dorsal stripe. A dun horse MUST have a dorsal stripe but all horses who have a dorsal stripe are not dun.

Notice that this dorsal stripe is very well defined. There is no haziness to the lines, it is crisp and dark… year round. You can always see this stripe in her winter woolies and in the summer, it never fades. Some horses will have what you might think is a dorsal stripe when it is actually countershading. Countershading can show up in most all colors but the stripe will fade in the winter and it’s edges are not crisp.

A dun factored horse’s dorsal stripe will also continue down the tail with light guard hairs on either side in the beginning of the tail. A countershaded horse’s dorsal will stop abruptly at the tail head.
The other interesting thing about a grulla is this, it is essentially a black horse. You take the black coloring, put a layer of dun factor over it, and you get a grulla. I won’t go into all the icky genetics details, even if I could, I wouldn’t because it can be quite complicated.

A grulla horse can come in multiple shades. Just like a human’s brown hair can be light, dark or medium. Here are my two grullas for a comparison. The darker mare in front is a more common grulla color, she can almost look purple some times of the year and gets a dark charcoal color in the winter. Another grulla shade would trick most people in to thinking it was black. I know a few Kigers who are a very black color, but you will notice that they have fawn coloring inside their ears, this is a dead giveaway to the dun factor at work.

The darker grulla mare has a very dark face mask, her ears are rimmed in black, and there’s the fawn coloring inside.

Her dorsal also continues down the very beginning of her tail, definitely not as striking as the lighter grulla mare, but still there.

They also have dark tips on the back of their ears and see that little smudge of darker hair a little down on the back of the ear? That is considered an ear bar.

Normally on a grulla, the leg barring as you see here is very distinct. One of the exceptions is the darker grulla mare, hers is nothing near as striking. In fact you cannot see the very slight barring in the winter where you can see this lighter grulla mare’s very easily.

The lighter mare also displays some eye makeup as you’ll notice black smudges that go upward from the corners of her eyes. She also displays some bi-coloring in her forelock though not as loud as that in her mane.

This mare is a prime example of a bay dun. She is a lighter yellow color with an orange hue. Essentially she is a bay horse with a slather of dun genetics which dilute her coloring to this lighter yellow. Some people would consider her to be a buckskin, a buckskin though, is a yellow horse with a black mane and tail that does not have any striping (though can have the countershading as mentioned before). A buckskin’s bay base color is diluted by a “cream gene,” not the dun factor gene. And the buckskin is normally a more pure yellow color, without the orange hue.

Her leg barring is made up of black hairs and still has a good amount of showiness to it.

Her dorsal stripe is pronounced and runs it’s course from wither to tail…

…And on down through the tail with the lighter guard hairs on either side (never mind the wrinkly butt, like I said, being obese agrees with my horses).

Her lovely eye, just had to share. Notice she doesn’t have the eye makeup? That doesn’t mean she’s not a dun though.

She does have something that the res to the horses don’t and that is a pair of jack stripes on her shoulders coming down from her withers. Some horse’s jack stripes are more pronounced and of course your burros and donkeys are very pronounced, but nonetheless, they’re here on this mare.

This is my very handsome gelding, the only man in the bunch. He is a very dark bay dun and could be thought of as bay by a lot of eyes who are not used to the dun coloring.

He has a very black mane and tail, a very slight facial mask that is almost indistinct but…

He has a very pronounced dorsal stripe that continues down to the very very beginning of his tail with just a handful of lighter guard hairs on either side, (unfortunately after all my shooting I realize I didn’t get a pic of it, but they are there!)

He does have a dark shoulder patch, not to be confused with the jack stripes. This is a large dark area that can be on the withers and on the neck.

He also has some barring even though it is not as loud as the others.

Last but not least, I have a red dun mare, the one on the far left. She is the half sister I mentioned to the lighter grulla.

See the family resemblence in the mane (also notice the red ear tips)? They get that from their sire who also has the same wild bi-coloring.

The neat thing is it is natural and they don’t have to spend big bucks in a fancy salon to get it done like so many women today.

She has the eye makeup that goes up from the corner of her eyes.

More of mottled barring unlike the definite stripes of the others.

And her dorsal, though thin is still defined and goes down in to her tail. Notice that there are black hairs in her tail? I once had someone tell me that she is not a red dun because she has black in her tail. That is very false because a red dun is essentially a chestnut horse with a slather of dun factor over it. How many chestnuts do you know that have black in the base of their tails? I know quite a few, so why can’t a red dun have black in their tails? They can and they do. The thing about a red dun is that their dun factor markings are red, that includes the facial masks, the ear bars/tips, the dorsals (though a lot of bay duns have red dorsals), and their leg barring is redish orange or a dark brown and not black.
I hope you learned something new today now go forth and say “grew-ya” not “grew-la,” and make me proud!
Memory Lane of a New Camera
I took a stroll down memory lane tonight. I had been working on Hubby’s brochures and artwork all day and you know when you aren’t too interested in the subject you’re working on, how your eyes tend to wander? Mine started wandering through the multiple files I have of pictures since… oh, June of 2006. May of 2006 is in a different spot and that is actually when I bought my camera. I walked around the pasture shooting photos like crazy because it was fun, and because I wanted to work on my photography.
I sure, for the life of me, couldn’t figure out how to take pictues in the dark. I wanted so badly to have these photos seen but just couldn’t get my camera to do what I wanted. It never crossed my mind to bump up the ISO back then, because this is actually dusk and my camera should have been able to do it without a flash at around 800-1600 ISO. I just didn’t know which button to push.
Hubby did’t know what to do either, though me being the “expert” he just shot on how I had left it. My girl Lucille and I weren’t being bashful though. We were smiling… And there really isn’t a day that goes by that I don’t think of Lucille and all her brothers and sisters. Noche is in the photo up above. He is one handsome dude, born 2006 and sired by my lovely gelding Sunnie. Yes, he used to be a stallion, otherwise it’d be pretty hard for him to have kids.
And then Mattie came peeking out of the folders, showing me her yearling gawkiness and loving that fresh green grass. Mattie is now a beautiful, spoiled, princess of a three year old and thoroughly loved by her person, Linda. I think of Mattie all the time too, and am so delighted to still be in touch with her.
Then right there next to Mattie was my beloved Pinkerton. He was a BLM burro whom I loved deeply and still do really. I don’t want to go in to details but he had to be put down and I’ll leave it at that. He was a really neat little man with such a loving heart, loved to snuggle and rest his head on my shoulder… enough of that. Moving on.
This was back before the sheep ate all the sweet peas away from the fence. We still have a small hedge of them but nothing like this. I loved this photo, it definitely needs help being as I was terrified to take the camera of of AUTO. But it is fitting of Pinkerton; sweet peas, white fluffy clouds, and a sun shiney day.
Back when my barn kitties were just wee lads. This is 2B, the friendliest and the real hunter between the two.
Back when 2B was still afraid of the dogs…
…and Lucy still hid from the flies under her mama’s tail.
Back when my first born, Ollie, loved to sniff the wind and imagine all the coyotes he’d beat up that night.
And when I took an otherwise perfect portrait of my Dad’s weird dog, except he wouldn’t or couldn’t leave his tongue in his mouth.
And when I kicked myself for not taking her fly mask off before I started shooting. Oh, the things you learn over three years of taking pictures of your goofy animals and the memories you stir up. It was a fun time, going over my old folders.
New Ladies
We’ve been super busy lately, Hubby is franticly getting ready for a trade show which has him up at about 2:00 a.m. and home at around 6:00 p.m. every night. Crazy hours I know, but that’s what happens when you own your own company and are working hard to promote it. So, I’ve been working on brochures for him which are turning out quite nice if I do say so myself! Blogging has been set aside for a little while though I’m trying to turn out an article atleast once a week. Oh, and another bit of news, my birthday was last friday the 15th, today I discover a gray hair. Yep, my baby being one already has just given me my first. Or, maybe it’s the sympathy stress for Hubby? Who knows, but I know I won’t dye my hair!
Anyway, on to more important subjects. While at the JSBA‘s annual general meeting or AGM, we picked up two new ewes from our favorite Jacob friend and mentor, Shannon. I now introduce to you Kenleigh’s Lilly and Sagebrush Lura (Laura).
This is Kenleigh’s Lilly, we have another Lily but it’s with one “L” instead of two. This Lilly is worming her way in to my heart. She has a calm about her that’s pretty neat to see. She’s definitely not bashful, will follow me around the pasture while I take photos and pose for me.
I’m a sucker for posing sheep. I especially love the striped hooves she has in the top picture. It’s almost as if she’s had a pedicure and is proud of the new polish. Lilly has a bit of quiet grace to her that is very attractive. I love her horn set (two horned ewes are my favorite if you haven’t noticed), and her body build. She is registered in the JSBA as FF for Foundation Flock because we aren’t too sure of her breeding. Shannon acquired her and her dam from a lady who wasn’t sure what Lilly’s sire’s name was but was pretty sure he was from the “Puddleduck” flock. For those of you who don’t know, the JSBA has a really neat way of cataloguing who is who. If a lamb is born at Mud Ranch, the prefix of Mud Ranch will eternally be attached to the lamb’s name. This way you always know where it originated. If you were to breed Kiger Mustangs for instance, the person who bought the horse could change the horse’s name so that you’d never know if you were the one who bred the horse or not. I love the JSBA’s system.
This is Sagebrush Lura (See the prefix? That means she came from the Sagebrush flock). She has the largest pedigree in my ewe flock, you can see it here. She is an interesting ewe, though I’m happy to have her, that’s for sure! She has nice horns, a beautiful coloring, and the most amazing eyes I’ve seen in a grown ewe.
They’re yellow but with a strip of blue around each pupil. In the light, they glow and it is quite stunning. Shannon tells me that she’s thrown blue eyed lambs and I’m hoping she will keep up the tradition as I love blue eyed sheep! Lura has not been shy around here either and has actually pretty much intimidated my whole flock. Even Sophia steps out of her way! I don’t mind so much though, as everybody seems to get along during the day okay. They just seem to give her a wide birth.
So now you’ve met them. I’m looking foward to seeing what they produce for me next spring!
PS: I’m in the process of building a website for these sheep here.
Jacob Sheep Breeders Assoc. A.G.M.
AGM stands for Annual General Meeting and it was all happening about three hours south of us. Our friend Shannon at Kenleigh Acres talked us in to going and we’re definitely glad we did. Hubby actually said multiple times how he really enjoyed the AGM and how well run it was. That is a big deal because he can be kind of particular about things like a horse show or sheep show or fair. Most of the time he’s not impressed but this time he was.
We arrived on Friday night, after everyone had eaten and was greeted by Shannon. She saw us pull in and helped us set up stalls for our sheep and then hunted down the left over food. We had a nice little dinner while we watched the very last part of a lecture on lambing. I’m sorry we missed the lecture, but did get to enjoy the dinner!
The next morning we were in for a big treat. We were able to go out and visit Meridian Jacobs in Vacaville where we were given quite a talk on Ranching for Profit and pasture as it pertains to sheep keeping. We learned about dividing our large pastures into smaller paddocks where you can do intensive rotational grazing. There was such a large amount of information that I wished I could have recorded it all.
Hubby and I took turns entertaining our baby. I let her crawl around the barn floors while he had the brilliant idea of letting her stand on the hay and put hay on a plate and take it off again. Trying to keep her entertained can be a hard task especially when she tends to be pretty noisy, even when she’s happy.
There was a beautiful raffle table set up inside the barn and the presentation was lovely. The ladies that put it together did an excellent job as they moved it from location to location, and the raffle items were beautiful. There were a couple of Jacob pelts, a shawl, a throw, a couple of felted items, a painting, a hooked rug, some gift certificates to wool mills and the like.
After the inside lecture, we got to go out into the pastures that are obviously in excellent condition and the plan for rotational grazing is working out tremendously. Here our lecturers are showing us the fencing that he recommends. The white pole is the fence post, he sticks the orange thing on the post and pounds it into the ground with just a couple of thumps. It really doesn’t take much effort and the poles bend so easily in case of an accident. They attach insulators to the poles and attach the electric wire. It is all so quick and efficient that I could actually set up a fenceline myself. You cross the fencelines by just stepping on the wire and crossing over it. I really liked that part because that means when a tree falls on top of the fencing, it will pop up once the tree is removed and won’t be crushed under the weight like normal fencing. Of course I’d want a nice sturdy perimeter fence but these three strands of electric for cross fencing is an excellent idea.
The paddocks were then divided by this electric netting that you can get from Premier 1 Supplies. It is easy to detatch and then set back up in the next paddock over. Once you open the paddock, the sheep are excited to move to fresh grass, and this happens every day. They rush past and start grazing.
This was really one of the most beautiful flocks of Jacobs. They were all in prime health and their fleeces were so clean and just shone. You can tell their shepherdess, Robin, really cares for the fleeces on her sheep and they’re used to make wonderful things that are woven and their yarn and rovings sold.
The ewes got a bit excited at one point and took over the whole paddock before the netting could be stretched across to create a smaller area. Shannon had to go get her dog, Kate, to help put them back where they belonged.
This is Rusty, he was all excited that Kate was out working the sheep. He made sure that if Kate needed back up that he was ready and waiting.
This is Kate, she was smiling at her job well done.
That afternoon we went back to the fairgrounds and had some lunch and visited for a little bit. We then went in to a air conditioned room and were given an excellent talk on the Jacob sheep’s wool, the genetics, and some interesting results in a identical twin study. The study basicly sumed up that breeding Jacob sheep, you never know what you are going to get as far as coloring and horns. They did a study at UC Davis where they would split a fertilized egg and implant the two embryos in to a Polypay ewe. The ewe gave birth and they were interested to find that each lamb (being identical) did not have the same black and white pattern. They then watched them grow only to find that each lamb had very different horns. Of a set of rams, one ram had what would be considered near perfect horns, excellent for being a flock sire. His identical twin brother, however, did not have such desirable horns and would not be a good flock sire. There were also identical twin ewe lambs, one had a beautiful set of four horns, evenly spaced. Her twin sister, however, had the “lobster claw” horns that are a dreaded horn set for the Jacobs and would definitely be a cull. I thought that this was an interesting study and it really helps a newbie like me to understand that I will not have perfect lambs every time no matter what the sire and dam are. Of course, that doesn’t mean that I’ll want to breed culls, it just means that there is some forgiveness in the breeding of Jacob sheep.
By the time the Identical Twin talk was over, my kidney started hurting. I was feeling pretty uncomfortable. I was able to sit through a talk on the produce from Jacob sheep such as pelts, skulls, horns, meat, and wool. That was very interesting to hear what people do with their Jacobs and how they sell to the public. It gave Hubby and I some ideas that we’d like to try out in the future. I also learned a little bit more about wool, because I really don’t know much at all. We mainly use our sheep for meat, but I’d like to really learn the wool as I like to crochet and it would be fun to make some blankets out of my own wool. But that’ll come in the future.
The JSBA then had their meeting and it was very efficient and fast. I am used to other meetings at a different Association that can be painfully long and nothing gets accomplished because of all the bickering. The JSBA’s meeting was very well done and we enjoyed sitting in on it.
It was then time to head back to the barn and get ready for dinner. I was not feeling good at all by that point and sat in the truck for a while trying to rest. Finally, I started to feel nauseous and Hubby decided we had better head home early so that I could be miserable there instead of a hotel room. Unfortuntely we missed a wonderful lamb dinner that we were looking forward to, and we missed more things on Sunday morning one of which was a wool show where I could have learned more. Oh well. I wasn’t able to get photos of the barn full of Jacobs, wasn’t able to purchase raffle tickets, and wasn’t able to get a photo of a Navajo-Churro ram that was in the barn who was absolutely beautiful. He was something to see. But regardless, we had a great time and want to thank all the people who put it on for their organizational skills, their hard work, and their dedication. It was a very well put together event.
PS: Robin at Meridian Jacobs has a bunch of these guys in her pasture. I’d say that’s a great sign!
The Girls
I’ve been wandering around our pasture this morning, definitely not aimlessly, but more trying to be “on aim.” I’ve needed to get my ewes registered for quite some time but when you go out to take photographs of them they just get overwhelming. By the time you’re done you’re not sure if you got both sides of Celeste or not, and do you have a good head shot too? I don’t know! So this morning I set out with a list, the most important ewes being on top trickling down to the least important. They had ranking only because I want to get the ewes registered who have lambs that are leaving this weekend and being sold, or are already sold. This way the new owners don’t have to hassle me and get me to register my sheep so that they can get theirs done.
So with my list, I started at the top and harassed that ewe until I got the pictures I wanted so they’d be in order on my card in my camera. It actually worked well and I already have all the pictures printed and with their paperwork ready to leave with me this Friday for our meeting. And I’ve even made a new page that has the ewes and their information so that if you’re curious as to who’s who when I’m talking about Lou Ellen, Stella’s twin, Joy’s mama, you’d know who it was. Just trying to be efficient even though I’m a day late and a dollar short. Atleast it’s a start. So, hopefully I’ll have all my ewes on there by winter and atleast by lambing time so you can find each lambs mama on that page. Whew, I’ve gotta get more work done… Enjoy and yep, I’ll be taking lots of pictures this weekend. There’s sure to be a lot to report and some fun photo ops too with Sheep Dog Demos and all.
The Boys
Our guys, Dudley and Dub are and have been our flock sires. This pic was taken after they were just freshly shorn about a month ago. Dudley is the one with the curly horns on the left, he has blue eyes and has passed that gene on to a few of our girls which is what I was originally hoping for. He is a strange ram though, with a strange set of horns and a strange personality to go along with it. We have kept a lot of his daughters for breeding ewes and now have a couple years worth of his get to keep and breed to their new love, Dub. Dub is the handsome lilac dude on the left (lilac is the more brown color where Dudley is very black and white). Dub’s horns are great, I’m not going to say perfect because that simply doesn’t exist in the world, but we really like them and I can’t be picky (I’m not anyway, why do you think I started out with a curly-Q for a flock sire?) But Dub has a nice gentle attitude and never seems to get upset. He’s also thrown some nice lilacs so we’re planning on keeping him around a while. If he stays real nice, he may have a fairly permanent home which can be kinda rare for a ram.
Dudley, however, has worn out his welcome. Not only being related to over half of our flock now, he’s certainly getting more and more destructive in his older age. He bashes gates, fencing, trees and any inadimant object that he thinks needs a lickin.’ We actually think he may have some brain damage because one of our mares drop kicked him and he flew about three feet off the ground and about six feet from her hind legs where he first was. It was quite a sight and I’m glad I saw it so that I knew there was a reason for his strange behavior. He definitely deserved the kick he got and I wasn’t really heart broken, just glad he didn’t break his neck.
Photo courtesy Kenleigh Acres
We are leaving for central California this weekend to attend the Jacob Sheep Breeder Association’s “AGM” or Annual General Meeting where we will be picking the above guy up. That is Raider and he will be replacing Dudley as a new flock sire. He is very handsome and we’re excited to bring him home and have him meet his new girlfriends who are all waiting in anticipation. All of Dub’s girls that we’ve kept will be put in with him as well as a few of Dudley’s. We’re also going to be bringing home a couple new ewes to add and are just fine tuning our little Jacob flock. I’m having fun and the liberty of raising sheep is that if you can’t find them a home, there’s always a home in the freezer.
Update
Hi Everyone, sorry to keep you in suspense… I’ve come down with a raging cold on top of my “mystery illness.” The cold has been insufferable and has my eyes swollen, puffy, and itchy plus my nose won’t stop leaking for a minute. I’ve been trying to take it easy and just relax but chasing around my daughter has me pretty wiped. Thankfully I have family all around me so I’ve gotten some rest when they’re able to take her for an afternoon.
On to the “mystery illness.” The CT scan went really well, better than I thought and imagined. I had thought I’d be in a long tube and clausterphobic as the dickens but it was actually shaped like a large donut and I was passed through the middle ump-teen times, back and forth, back and forth. Not bad. The only thing I wasn’t thrilled about was the I.V. (again) with the “contrast” they stuck in me… more chemicals. I already do not like chemicals put in to my body, in fact I almost refuse to take Nyquil for my cold!
I got the results the very next day (I know, slap me somebody!) and they thought I’d had a stint put in to my left ureater. I told them there’s no way as I’ve never had surgery before. Doc calls back and I actually have a 3mm x 8mm stone lodged and now I’m on more meds. Flomax is it and supposedly it’ll eat up this stone and help me to pass it. I haven’t seen any signs of it coming along, but I have three weeks worth of meds and hopefully soon it’ll leave me and I’ll be back to normal (whatever that feels like… I’ve forgotten). So apparently I didn’t jump off the table when they were pushing on my abdomen because they thought it was a stone so I guess I have a high pain tolerance. I’m not so sure about that as child birth certainly wasn’t a breeze.
There you have it. Again, sorry for the long wait.










































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