Yesterday afternoon I skirted the fleeces on the deck. That is a process by which one removes the organic matter from the wool (i.e. poop, straw and burrs). A very unusual sight caught my attention down in the pasture by the pond.
Rose riding a pig, holding on for dear life!
There wasn't much protesting from the pig, that I could detect, anyway, so I assumed there was no damage being done. I couldn't stop laughing as they "squealed" around the corner of the garden fence. Earlier Rose had been complaining of being bored, with nothing to do. I guess she found something to do.
Maggie and I delivered the new baby lamb to her new owner last night. The handoff took place at a birthday party. We met up with Rachel, of Little Acorn Farm, Patricia and Angie, of Blue Ridge Poultry Coop, and Kirsten at her Arcadia Farm. A birthday celebration for Rachel was in order. We toured Kirsten's garden and I tried not to envy. We ate homemade cheeses and grass-fed beef tenderloin and freshly picked salad. We laughed and laughed and laughed at farm stories, kid stories and mom stories. I had a wonderful time doing non-farm stuff with my farming friends and acquaintances. Am grateful for community.
I think we better try to plant garden this morning before the rain falls. May the Lord grant us a fruitful year with sufficient rain and sun. And strength to cultivate and plant and pick weeds.