Allow me to be your guide in the quest of preparing for Dairy Sheep. A two-day sheep workshop, book worming, googling in desperation, and seeking out Shepherds for advice-has made me the expert on what Dairy Sheep desire. Ignore the fact that I have never owned sheep nor have I ever milked any animal. Good thing I am an expert because East Friesian Lambs will be coming to WoollyShire in the spring of 2017.
What is a couple of sheep without a whole other Noah's Ark of animals? The sheep are going to need friends so we hatched some chicks and built Cluckingham Palace as a place only fit for WoollyShire chickens. I have managed to keep them alive for over half a year so I am confident this raises the level of my Shepherdess skills.
Do you hear the screaming of the plants in the garden? Oh, you can't. One trip to Monticello to see the original American Gardener, Thomas Jefferson, qualifies me as an expert in plant survival. Much like Thomas Jefferson, I murdered over half of my garden efforts last year. Let's add murdering of plants to my qualifications of being a farmer.
Maybe sticking with dogs was a better idea...Oh, heck!
Enjoy our follies of starting a farm.
Peanut prefers to be the only one receiving treats.