The longest Season

👆🏻👆🏻THIS has literally been my ENTIRE life  since December 26 2019.

I think my cameras are burnt into my memories. 

Part my fault and part the universe- this year has been THE longest lambing season of our sheep rearing careers! 

We are down to the last 2 ewes

 Ginny👈🏼 & 👉🏼Gwennie

{ I know that poor Gwennie is atrociously thin 😢😢 we have been very actively trying to build her health back up but we can’t keep up- this will most likely be her last set of lambs on our farm }

Anyways- I digressed ... 👆🏻👆🏻 Is literally what looks at me multiple times a day like, “oh hey! (Insert dopey smile and hair flip) how’s it goin??”

Next year we are working on getting everything delivered in 2 weeks! That’s my goal! 

I’m really not complaining 

{ok, I am}

But not really 

Because look at how sweet that little face is 👇🏻

❤️❤️❤️❤️

Perfection Pending

I seem to find this place to gather my thoughts or purge the difficulties this lifestyle carries. We have had a pretty good run this year. 30 ewes lambed and we lost one at a couple days old. We did all our commercial ewes and we had some difficult pulls but we seemed to come out the other side successful. 

Tonight, however, I am going to bed tired and a little defeated. I have absolutely unrealistic expectations of myself. When it comes to the husbandry part of this gig I absolutely expect zero errors from myself. A lesson learnt cost me a healthy (maybe) black babydoll ewe lamb. She was the second out of twins. Her mother is a good ewe. My gut told me all night that something was off but I try to be as hands off as I can and I talked myself out of intervening a few times. Not sure if it would of made a difference and that is always the kicker! 

I will stew on this loss for a while. I just can’t shake my expectation of perfection and the wave of failure that accompanies any loss.