The Worst Part of Being an Adult

The worst part of being a card carrying, full fledged adult is going to the dentist.

It’s being responsible enough to drive yourself to a place that you loathe with every fiber of your being. A place that will likely cause you at least some amount of pain and suffering. And then, as if all that wasn’t bad enough, you’ll fork over lots of money and promise to come back.

Going to the dentist is the worst.

Maybe the dentist isn’t your worst thing.

But whatever your worst thing is, if you had to do it today, try this.

Take a Diet Coke (or another fantastic beverage of choice) sit down and look at this lamb.



Be grateful that as an adult you also get to take spontaneous Diet Coke breaks midday and look at cute lamb pictures.

Then get up and go do a nasty project. Pick something that you’d normally hate, it’ll be so much better than the worst thing that magically, your nasty project will seem great.

Me, I’m taking my clean teeth off to mow the lawn.


Sheep Shearing

Have you ever had a chance to watch a sheep shearer at work?

I find it to be mesmerizing.

The way wool comes off in one big piece, the sheep rolling in front and underneath the shearer as he turns them around and around.sheep shearing

The way he knows just where to grab a leg, push on a head or pull at an ear to move the animal easily into position.sheep shearing 2

The way he and the sheep make it look so easy that I want to try it too.

Instead, I looked at the length of his legs compared to mine, mentally calculated the weight of both sheep and clippers and decided I would join the watchers at the gate.Jane, Ivy, Granny watching shearing

Some of us had an easier time finding a good spot to watch than others.DSCN3057-(2sm)

But she tried and tried.DSCN3056-(2sm)

And what Jane lacks in height she makes up for in perseverance…DSCN3055-(2sm)

… and smiles!DSCN3060-(2sm)

Just about when Jane got it figured out we moved locations.

Which is when I found myself sitting on a pile of hay in an old barn.

The rain on the roof was just loud enough to drown out the pockets of conversation between family and friends. The sheep moved about in the fresh straw while the kids helped feed them and as the shearer continued at his work, I sat and enjoyed the moment.

A  moment of calm in what has been an unusually stressful and hectic week as we continue on with our “relocation.”

A moment that smelled of hay, sheep, and warm rain.

A moment of the best kind.

Have you ever had a chance to watch a sheep shearer at work?

I highly recommend it.

Fantastic News

“I have fantastic news!”

That’s Ivy’s new announcement that precedes everything from information about what she’s been doing, what her imaginary friend is planning on doing or just letting me know that she said “excuse me” to a chicken and it moved out of her way.

In other fantastic news the sheep have arrived for the summer,

and we have two baby chicks.

They have been named Seed (the boy on the left) and princess  (the girl on the right) Ivy and Clara haven’t loved them enough to wear their feathers off yet but I think they are getting there!

One of Those Days

You know those days when you lose your sheep… …but you don’t know it until your neighbor calls to say they are in his yard but he can’t help you because he’s going to the dentist and then you have to walk them home through the fields with a two year old on your shoulders a bucket of corn in your hand while cajoling your four year old the whole way and then when you’re almost home the two year old grabs the electric fence while you are holding her other hand, which is an effective way to test the fencer but a really bad idea and then when you get all the way home you find out that your most wonderful dog has eaten a gigantic pile of dog food out of the bin while you were gone because some innocent looking girl… … left the pantry door open and the lid off the dog’s food and after puking the dog and monitoring her water all day and listing to the request of “Dammit Mom I need some ketchup please.”  and loading sheep to take to the butcher in the dark, your husband asks if you want some help putting the girls to bed and the combination of the day and the rampant hormones and the lack of sleep from the night before sends you off into something that’s like hysterical laughter but maybe is just hysterics, you know those days?

Yeah, that’s the kind of day I had.

I’d like to leave you for the night with words of wisdom from Great Big Sea, “…it’s a double edged knife but there’s always tomorrow…”

Cheers to tomorrow, I’m going to bed!

Thank Goodness For Grandma!

Once again we were hit with a nasty flu bug here.

Except this time it was really nasty and it got me the worst.

Without my Mom to step in to take care of me, and the kids, and the pigs, and the sheep, and the chickens, and the other chickens, and the ducks, and the dogs, and the quail I’m not sure what would have happened but it would have been really ugly.

I know this for sure because by Friday I was feeling well enough to brave a few hours of the day on my own.

They didn’t go well.

During rest time Ivy didn’t rest.

Instead she gave a lamb a bath in the yard.

There are so many things wrong with that I can’t even talk about it.

I’m just thankful we seem to be back to normal.

I’m pretty sure the sheep are grateful as well.