Lots of people complain when clouds and rains come. They think it dreary. Not me—especially when we have endured the long, hot, dry summer of 2012. I complained when there was not a cloud in the sky for days and weeks on end and the grass stopped growing when spring rains didn’t materialize and summer baked in temperatures that soared above 100.
A little over a week ago the constant rain seemed glum to many but it was glorious to run in a dog trial and be out in the weather all day. We didn’t have to worry that the sheep and dogs would stress themselves and break down in the heat. We didn’t have to worry about skin cancer.
The rains that weekend were just the beginning of a string of good strong rains—the first we have had since November of 2011. All of this recharging the thirsty ground, grass and underground water table.
And yesterday was even more glorious. It was, after all, a New Year’s Day on the farm—the day we put the ram in with the brood ewes.
It was thickly overcast when we started the job by sorting the 32 ewes into groups: ewes to breed, ewes to keep for training dogs and ewes to cull and send to market. To do this we had to run them through our sheep sorting equipment, using our dog, Nell, to walk them and see who was limping and then to push them into the chutes. Nell is a good choice since she works very quietly and sits out of trouble up on the ATV when she isn’t needed.
I had studied last spring’s lambing chart to see which ewes were the best mothers and have troubles with their teats or bore lambs with inverted eyelids—a common nuisance. We gave different little spray paint markings depending on which group the ewes should go in and then sorted them into different holding areas. In the process we trimmed the feet of a couple that had been limping a bit—ewes that were quite fat too since they have not been nursing lambs.
Then we gave booster vaccinations to the three rams we have been keeping and sorted out the one we call Jumper—our breeding ram of choice. We brought the brood ewes around near his pen and let him out to join them.
Here is the especially glorious moment. The ram comes out of his small area, in which he spends 99% of his time through the year, into the wide open spaces. One moment he realizes he is free to go anywhere in the world and the next he suddenly catches the scent of the cycling ewes and knows just where he must be. Nell can then easily steer the entire flock of brood ewes along with Jumper back to the south pasture where new growth grass is coming up. Jumper raises his head, opens wide his nostrils and pursues one ready ewe after another.
The cycle of new life starts once more. Happy New Year!
All this time, when we had been working the chutes, it had been a lovely coolish temperature, but not raining. As we go back to the barn to rearrange things and put out hay for the ewe lambs and the hair sheep, the rains come down hard. We gaze around and notice that the dry hard browns have given way once again to the soft greens. It all brings back gentle memories of British sheep farms where Border Collies give their all to work the flocks in scenes much like this. The mud on our faces and hands and on our dogs is so much more pleasant than the dust of the drought.
Happy New Year indeed!
I’m about to do this procedure today…although it will be with many less sheep and the sun is shining!! Still the same good feeling and gratitude for being able to participate in this procedure!! Bruiser, the ram, will be so happy, as will the girls who have been waiting for his arrival!