Where we share the beauty of the changing seasons on our 48 acre off grid homestead in the Cariboo Chilcotin. Where Touch Wood Rings are created, and where we live and work and play. 'The Homestone' is the name of the boulder that marks the entrance to our place.
Monday, April 23, 2007
Wednesday, April 18, 2007
Sunday, April 15, 2007
A little sun, a little snow ~ an awful lot like April
A moose we met on our drive home from town the other day. (Or was it the other week :) Time flies and it's hard to believe it's the middle of April already!
It’s been an off again on again weekend on the meadow as far as sunshine goes, but full of birds and wildlife and the antics of our lambs of course.
A lone moose arrived and hung about in the meadow yesterday, not the same moose we met on the road. Our meadow moose had a very blonde head.
We watched a pair of nesting harriers fend off the advances of a golden eagle this morning. That was quite a show and one of the only times we've seen both harrier's at once.
Most of our wildflowers will stay tucked underground for awhile yet but we have an ever increasing crop of dandelions and they are a welcome harbinger of spring. The pussywillows are about to burst forth all along the edges of the creek and surrounding the meadow! The Canada Geese make themselves at home.
Monday, April 09, 2007
Before and after
It was sheep shearing time which meant a fair amount of preparation to set up for the Sunday morning arrival of our friends Brian and Debbie.
David had the sheep dry and fasted. He made auxiliary pens to have the ewes and the ram ready for their shearing. The shearing area was set up and ready to go when Brian arrived.
Brian is a professional shearer who first sheared our sheep last year. He does a lovely job. It's hard work and takes a strong back. His wife Debbie is his ready assistant handing him his tools and his upturned milk carton bench as required.
David brought the ewes to Brian one at time, introducing them by name and disposition. Once the shearing began, David would retrieve the ewe's lamb and hold them close by to minimize the lamb's and the ewe's stress levels. Once the shearing is complete, Brian takes to his milk carton and trims the sheep's hooves. With that, they are all done and David turns them out into their new pasture with their lamb. We gather up the beautiful fleece, seperate it from the tag and bag it up in empty chicken feed bags. The ram was sheared last, his fleece is the very nicest of all the sheep... just beautiful.
The actual shearing operation took just 2 hours then it was time for a shower and some lunch.
Wednesday, April 04, 2007
Our grandson, new lambs, old pups and our first spring flowers
Our first spring flower! Bright and welcome dandelions poking their heads up at the edge of the house where the sun beats down.
Sunday, March 25, 2007
Three pies worth!
Our blackbirds.
Enough for at least three pies! :)
Their numbers have swelled in the last few days. Their song echos around the meadow.
We counted more than seventy red winged blackbirds this afternoon!
They decorate the view out our kitchen window and grace our trees with their beautiful flashes of colour!
Saturday, March 24, 2007
Moose the lamb
Our newest and last lamb of the year just a couple of hours old here ~ we have named this little guy ' Moose' !
He is a big lamb; long legged and long bodied.
That's a portrait of his mom below. Her name is Snowball and Moose is her first lamb. It was a difficult birth for her but she's doing beautifully now and is proving to be an awesome mom! Moose is finding his legs and learning how to keep his big head up.
It's been snowing the last few days. All three lambs and their moms are still in their comfy lambing apartments till it's a bit more spring like outdoors.
Soon they'll be bounding about out on fresh spring grass and as Matthew; one of our wood ring folks said " ...they'll be making the place look like an Easter greeting card come to life!" :)
It's lunch time and we're just warming up one of our favourites ~ homemade (of course) split pea soup. mmmm.
Tuesday, March 20, 2007
Saturday, March 17, 2007
St Pat's Day.
St Patrick's Day on the meadow.
Red winged black birds singing high atop the old spruce trees at the main gate.
Coyote wakes up from his afternoon siesta in the middle of the open meadow and the moose pay no attention.
Our resident cow and her two calves grazed for a couple of hours on the ridge across the creek. They are so comfortable with us; it's a lovely thing. We hanker for a telephoto lens so that we can really get close up and personal.
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