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Breeding Goals
Back when I first “inherited” my original flock of Jacobs (before I even knew what the breed name was), my original intentions were just to raise meat animals. Actually, that was my husband’s intentions… I wanted nothing to do with sheep anymore. I was fried, burnt out, from raising sheep for 4H. Granted, those were Suffolk, and these are Jacob but back then a sheep was a sheep.
We bought our first ram from my good friend Shannon (who has become my good friend, because of that purchase) with zero intentions but to breed for meat – we didn’t care about breed standards, color pattern, horns, and fleece. Of course, with the purchase of Douglas, a papered ram, I started doing my online studying and found that the Jacob breed was nothing short of awesome and they perked my interest and soon took over as a passion. I started looking at my flock in a new light, one that saw all the flaws according to the Jacob Sheep Breeder’s Association’s guidelines and standard of perfection. Soon I was shopping for rams that would bring me better horns, then that went to color pattern, and then the more I learned about fleece the more I wanted that to integrate in to my flock. Since the purchase of Douglas, I have bought six more rams (I think that number is accurate… I’ve lost count) from Shannon each with a different goal in mind and the last three being the “prime” to enhance what I’ve got.
With Raider, came great fleeces. I have had him now for four years and he has really produced lovely fleeces, but he is black and white and only throws black and white (being the dominant gene). How was I going to get Raider’s fleece, but in the lilac coloration (recessive gene)? So I went on to select Raider daughters whom I could keep, ones that would carry on what I liked. From there, I picked out ones whose dams were lilac, then bred those lilac carrying daughters to a lilac or lilac carrying ram i.e. Prescott who was black and white himself, but threw the recessive lilac gene. Above, is what I hoped to achieve.
“Selene” is a beautifully marked lilac ewe lamb who is out of a Raider daughter (one of my favorite ewes), Sarah Jane. When Selene was a lamb she only caught my eye because she was a lilac, but that was it. She was just one of those lambs that sincerely got over-looked and was never added to my “keepers list.” Thankfully, Selene never sold, so that I could see what she developed in to. I’m really excited to get a lovely lilac fleece, nice and open, beautiful wide crimp, and a long staple length. Just what Raider produces, but so far, only in black and white. Now I’ve got it in lilac.
I think Selene is pretty proud to be discovered as well. She always did think pretty highly of herself (looking back on lamb photos), and so did her mama. Now I do too! It sure is nice to see Breeding Goals coming to fruition.
Selene as a lamb, with her mama, Sarah Jane.
My Morning according to my Camera

First I’m awakened at 5:15 am because Hubby wants to get up early. The only station my little alarm clock gets is the country station and by the time 5:30 am rolls around, I’m thoroughly annoyed with the music (sorry country lovers, but they play the same song over and over and over…) so I threaten to roll out of bed to turn it off. Hubby says, “No, I’ll get up” and he does. He takes a shower and heads off to work and at around 5:45 am I get up, throw on some clothes and head out to feed. Abby and my bike await (it’s a bike because that’s what Annie likes to call it.)
Well, are you coming?
I start the ol’ thing up and let her idle a little bit then head over to the hay pile.
I roll, push and pull a bale on to the back of the bike while Abby… (notice the butt in the upper right corner?)
“Guards” and is “On Duty.” No help with loading the hay from her.
I load a few flakes on the front of the bike for the rams then jump on and start to roll toward the ram pen.
Once I’m almost there, I realize that I have forgotten my pocket knife in my a.) Pants Pocket in the bathroom, b.) on the counter, c.) where on earth is that knife anyway? So I stop at the house and go to retrieve it.
Meanwhile the horses are waiting “patiently” though an irritated stance is taking shape.
A couple of glares and some yawns.
And some more yawns.
Did you know that barbed wire was invented by an equine veterinarian in the slow season? It’s true — or not. But the good thing is, that when you have less horses, you have less injuries.
So after I cut open the twin and feed the horses their flakes, I jump back on the quad and drive up to the big gate by the barn and fling it open as fast as can be before the cattle catch up.
Once I’m in, I proceed down the pasture peeling off the flakes one by one and tossing them on the ground as I roll slowly. It isn’t uncommon for a cow to bump in to me or me into a cow as they want to feed right from the quad. I’m normally surrounded and they don’t like to let me through.
I then proceed down to where Sir Loin is currently being housed and throw him a very large pile of hay.
Everything seems very peaceful — the horses are content.
The cows are content.
Not anymore! Muwaha-ha-ha-ha!
Once the sheep are out, it’s like a plague taking over the hay piles. They’re everywhere.
So I stand and watch them all enjoy their breakfast as one huge happy family and watch as they all interact with eachother.
The birds even join in.
Everything seems so peaceful until I see this.
Aww, look! The 3 month old lambs are taking a peaceful stroll down a country road.
Obviously they have some mischief on their little woolly minds.
And so goes my morning.
I’ve really got to replace that gate.
All this in my flip flops. I really don’t think I’m the only one — Hubby thinks I am, but I am thinking this attire is not limited to California.
























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