These are barely the fetal stage! Aren’t they cute though, sitting in the furrow waiting to be covered. One of five different shelling peas: Canoe, Wando, Green Arrow, Alaska, Maestro.
Oh, but this is really what you came for isn’t it Dear Reader? This year’s first lambs hit the ground as we went out to plant peas after a quick day in town to get supplies and order a pallet of lime. .
But the lambs needed some quiet time with mom to make sure they had a chance to find the faucets on their own, that is always the best way. More success with less mess.
So we went out and planted peas, and once again Lanny’s eyes were bigger than her beds and so a couple more needed to be quickly cleared out, mineraled, limed, raked out and planted. Easy to do when the beds were basically already there, just a few fall and winter weeds needed go. .
My goal for the year, no tiller until we get to the market garden. Hard to keep Mr. Tillerman from reving up the Troy Builts at every chance.
My new tool. Check that. My new favorite tool, a telescoping (I didn’t even know it did that before I dubbed it favorite) cultivator with hoe, it is bright red and has a hanging loop. Life is good. All the peas got in. Just in the nick of time. .
Tomorrow is in a barren sign, one of the barren-est, good for weeding tough weeds, which we will be doing, in between checking on lambs and watching for more.
So after the last pea was planted, and before we lost all the light, we all went out to bring the mom and babies in. Poor mom, she didn’t have a name, just one of Bet’s type sheep, a good one but not a kissy face fit-and-show sheepy sheep.
So Ethel, formerly just a number, has entered the realm of “she’s a keeper”. Two great lambs both up and doing well. There was a little concern that maybe the ewe lamb hadn’t nursed but Anna quickly made sure it was totally hooked up. (I think Anna may actually be done with wanting bottle lambs, hurray we all shout!)
In the dim light of evening we all head back to the barn after a chock a block full and hard workin‘ day.
Ethel-Mom and babies are safely in the barn with her pick of stalls, well not really, but she could have. Everything looks good so we head in for split pea soup. And no, I didn’t plan on eating pea soup on pea planting day, but what the heck, good coincidence eh?!
So after the last pea was planted, and before we lost all the light, we all went out to bring the mom and babies in. Poor mom, she didn’t have a name, just one of Bet’s type sheep, a good one but not a kissy face fit-and-show sheepy sheep. .
But I insisted that a good mom couldn’t remain just a number. Since she was a type sheep with Lucy, the fit-and-show sheep, that last year Bet showed, Bet has dubbed her, Ethel!
So Ethel, formerly just a number, has entered the realm of “she’s a keeper”. Two great lambs both up and doing well. There was a little concern that maybe the ewe lamb hadn’t nursed but Anna quickly made sure it was totally hooked up. (I think Anna may actually be done with wanting bottle lambs, hurray we all shout!)
In the dim light of evening we all head back to the barn after a chock a block full and hard workin‘ day.
Ethel-Mom and babies are safely in the barn with her pick of stalls, well not really, but she could have. Everything looks good so we head in for split pea soup. And no, I didn’t plan on eating pea soup on pea planting day, but what the heck, good coincidence eh?!.
Good night Dear Reader, I am one tuckered momma myself and so I am off to bed so that I can wake up in the middle of the night and take a lamb-spotting shift, or at the very least roll over and ask Dirt to.
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Lots to talk about soon, lots in my brain while out gardenin‘.
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