All things come to an end.
Today, 29 of my beautiful sheep went to the auction. I know they will not bring top dollars there. I do not know what sort of homes they will have or if they will go straight to the slaughter house for dog food.
I am sad to say goodbye. All things must come to an end. I would stay farming for a long time yet, IF I had the funds, but with the rising prices, particularly of feed and minerals and medicines, it is not feasible any longer. There are some sheep still on the farm so the dogs will have work to do and not wander. The lambs are still here and may be here until spring. The locals do not care to even try lamb meat, only ever had pork , chicken and beef for the most part. It is the way they are. And that is a big lesson for me to have learned. Be with like minded people if you can for it will ease your life tremendously. My lambs are grass fed and there is a huge movement to eat only grass fed meat because it is superior to grain fed in so many ways, but again, locals do not believe it and won't eat lamb anyhow, so what? The lambs go to market. I sell the farm and move to where people and I share similar ideas and beliefs.
Still it is hard to say goodbye to my friend. Many of the sheep were born here at the Fat Ewe Farm. I cuddled them as babies and held them close to my heart. They had names.
And what makes it so much harder today, is that my own mother is dying. The care facility says it could be anytime now and they are giving her end of life care. Someone for the hospice society is there so she won't pass alone. We do not know if she is aware of others in the room or not, because she does not respond and has not for some time. But, just in case, I asked for hospice to help. I cannot go. I cannot find anyone to watch the farm, even with the few animals I have left. It is that way here.
So, goodbye my sheepies. I love you so much. Goodbye.
Today, 29 of my beautiful sheep went to the auction. I know they will not bring top dollars there. I do not know what sort of homes they will have or if they will go straight to the slaughter house for dog food.
I am sad to say goodbye. All things must come to an end. I would stay farming for a long time yet, IF I had the funds, but with the rising prices, particularly of feed and minerals and medicines, it is not feasible any longer. There are some sheep still on the farm so the dogs will have work to do and not wander. The lambs are still here and may be here until spring. The locals do not care to even try lamb meat, only ever had pork , chicken and beef for the most part. It is the way they are. And that is a big lesson for me to have learned. Be with like minded people if you can for it will ease your life tremendously. My lambs are grass fed and there is a huge movement to eat only grass fed meat because it is superior to grain fed in so many ways, but again, locals do not believe it and won't eat lamb anyhow, so what? The lambs go to market. I sell the farm and move to where people and I share similar ideas and beliefs.
Still it is hard to say goodbye to my friend. Many of the sheep were born here at the Fat Ewe Farm. I cuddled them as babies and held them close to my heart. They had names.
And what makes it so much harder today, is that my own mother is dying. The care facility says it could be anytime now and they are giving her end of life care. Someone for the hospice society is there so she won't pass alone. We do not know if she is aware of others in the room or not, because she does not respond and has not for some time. But, just in case, I asked for hospice to help. I cannot go. I cannot find anyone to watch the farm, even with the few animals I have left. It is that way here.
So, goodbye my sheepies. I love you so much. Goodbye.
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