Simon the Siamese was born on our farm but we aren’t sure to whom and we sure as hell don’t know who his daddy is. We don’t have any Siamese cats on the farm nor have we seen any lately that look the way he does. However, Simon doesn’t let his unknown parentage stop him …
Last night Dad and I took Herbert, Remington, and Garth to The National Cattle Congress in Waterloo, Iowa. They are going to be breed representatives for the Shetland breed. I hope they behave…. All the way there, Herbert was jumping up on the window ledge of the back windows of the van to look out …
I haven’t written much about Homer here before for a couple of reasons. For starters, I wasn’t completely sure that he was going to live for very long. You see, Homer is the Jacob ram that came along with Marge and is Lisa’s father. He had some….. issues. Namely, one of his horns was growing …
Yesterday was a long day that actually started the night before. Well, if I’m being completely honest, it started last year at the Wisconsin Sheep and Wool Festival. David Kier, a professional shearer, was there doing demos and my friend Kendra started talking to him. It is not an unusual thing for Kendra to start …
I am, once again, in charge of classes for the Iowa Sheep & Wool Festival for this year. I’m really quite proud of the class list that we have come up with for this years attendees. There’s a little something in it for almost everyone! For the knitters, I have several great classes on offer. …
Literally. Baby Jesus that is. Every year our neighbors host a live nativity at their farm. I’ve never gotten to go to it in the past as there has always been something else going on that night. This year they asked if they could borrow some sheep for it and I agreed. So of course …
Right now I am having to get to relearn my entire flock. After shearing, all the animals look completely different. Like, I can’t tell who they are without reading their eartags. A few I can tell, of course. The boys; Herbert, Greyson, and Buddy all have horns and (now) all have bells. When we change …
Sarah Jane Humke 