In 40 days, unless we have a miracle, there will be snow still here. A few days coming above zero, then below zero to March 31, isn’t gunna do it. We marvelled at the lack of snow at Regina after hearing about how they had a lot of snow. It blew into the yards. And of course it was plus four in Regina, and minus eight at home.
Have had a few ewes with toxaemia, sorted out the next group of lambs to put on full feed.
Gates have never been something I think too much about, until this year. Shovelling them out every time I feed is a must. Glad I made them somewhat flexible. I do worry a bit about what I’ll do when I get to be 70 or so? Maybe some of the kids will farm? It does look promising so far in that regard. But that’s another post for another time. We have enough acres for five families if need be.
Seeding down another quarter to hayland. Will cost me about thirty bucks an acre. ONCE. For six years. No fertilizer. Just the seed. Maybe a burn off, depending on what the spring is like.
Seeding down a fenced piece with an annual multi species party mix, (along with a perennial grass blend) that would make the old grain farming me shake my head in disgust. This may cost a whopping 75 bucks an acre.
I was going to seed some barley again, but I believe I have enough feed for a few years, so I’m wondering about fabas again. Cheap to seed, beautiful to smell while blooming, and they like it wet, and it’s looking wet. Would make a nice blend for feed as well with barley.
Lambing starts in 45 days, that’s a fact, no matter the weather, we know with certainty within a few days of when it will start. Our favorite time of year. Lol Spring used to get me revved up and not in a good way. In a stressed way. But now spring is the absolute best.
I pull the late night shift, my wife comes to life and gets up at 4 with a smile. We work together well. It was nice yesterday, as with it being plus one, she came out and did our thing out there together, after months of isolation. (She doesn’t do well with cold!) What’s our thing? We feed the sheep and sit on buckets and observe them as they leave the troughs for the hay. We’re better together! We come out of hibernation, and come alive together. There is nothing we would rather do.
Finally, thank you Regina and Emerald park folks for buying our lamb, and smashing my wildest expectations of sales. It’s nice to feel like we matter as farmers. I never felt that in grain farming even a little bit.
Off to feed!
Have had a few ewes with toxaemia, sorted out the next group of lambs to put on full feed.
Gates have never been something I think too much about, until this year. Shovelling them out every time I feed is a must. Glad I made them somewhat flexible. I do worry a bit about what I’ll do when I get to be 70 or so? Maybe some of the kids will farm? It does look promising so far in that regard. But that’s another post for another time. We have enough acres for five families if need be.
Seeding down another quarter to hayland. Will cost me about thirty bucks an acre. ONCE. For six years. No fertilizer. Just the seed. Maybe a burn off, depending on what the spring is like.
Seeding down a fenced piece with an annual multi species party mix, (along with a perennial grass blend) that would make the old grain farming me shake my head in disgust. This may cost a whopping 75 bucks an acre.
I was going to seed some barley again, but I believe I have enough feed for a few years, so I’m wondering about fabas again. Cheap to seed, beautiful to smell while blooming, and they like it wet, and it’s looking wet. Would make a nice blend for feed as well with barley.
Lambing starts in 45 days, that’s a fact, no matter the weather, we know with certainty within a few days of when it will start. Our favorite time of year. Lol Spring used to get me revved up and not in a good way. In a stressed way. But now spring is the absolute best.
I pull the late night shift, my wife comes to life and gets up at 4 with a smile. We work together well. It was nice yesterday, as with it being plus one, she came out and did our thing out there together, after months of isolation. (She doesn’t do well with cold!) What’s our thing? We feed the sheep and sit on buckets and observe them as they leave the troughs for the hay. We’re better together! We come out of hibernation, and come alive together. There is nothing we would rather do.
Finally, thank you Regina and Emerald park folks for buying our lamb, and smashing my wildest expectations of sales. It’s nice to feel like we matter as farmers. I never felt that in grain farming even a little bit.
Off to feed!
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