Sea of Grass
With the dawn of June, the grass rolls in like waves on the sea.
What to do with the abundance? It can be either grazed, mowed, or trampled. We do all three. The flock of sheep will be in this field in two days. They will eat much, trample more, and leave behind the pernicious ironweed. We await the custom hay-maker to exercise his magic on other fields. We feel like we are wasteing grass at this time of year. The only way not to do so is to make hay or increase numbers of livestock. But then one has to feed the livestock through the winter, when grass is at a deficit. Does one stock to supply of the spring-flush or the winter deficit? It depends on objectives. We strive for middle ground.
Below is trampled grass and standing ironweed. It is interesting how the sheep avoid that specie. We haven't found an effective solution to ironweed, other than mowing and goats. But goats require more management than mowers, so for now we favor the latter but are keeping our eye on the former.
Below is a video from last week when it was hot. How variable the weather is.
Along with a sea of grass, we have a river of sheep. There are about 300 head in this picture. We are bringing them into the sorting pens to "band" the boys and eartag all the lambs. This season, we are putting red eartags on female lambs with the year inscribed. We use orange eartags for the males, but no date, as they won't be staying on the farm for longer than a year. Females may be around for another eight or nine. Chris and Scott are becoming able shepherds.
After working lambs, we moved the flock to a new paddock. Upon inspecting its net fence, we found this leatherback turtle caught in it. He had one of the strands of electric netting in his mouth, and was receiving doses of electricity. We were able to free him, but turtles do not readily relinquish what lands in their mouth, so that took some prodding. Very shortly thereafter, he set off on his way to wetter ground.
We live among wildlife, which is one of the pleasures of rural life.
Susan and I enjoyed a river of love visiting grandchildren this past weekend. Here is nine-month-old Lyle Zema, partaking in his first pork chop. He is a born bone-chewer, which places him in an ever-diminishing population. But one of the great pleasures of life is chewing on a bone. He and I are in full agreement on that matter and most others.
The meal that spawned the bone was prepared the night before.
Bob will be at the Montgomery Market on Saturday morning.
Susan, Bo, our border collie, and I will be at Madtree on Sunday morning. If you want to meet Bo, stop on by from 10 -1. Our friends from Blue Oven Bakery will be there as well.
You can also meet Bo by coming to one of our farm tours. The first one is next Saturday the 12th.
We have been asked to grill sliders on Father's Day, June 20, at Madtree, so if you are wanting to satisfy that craving, come by between 1 and 4 PM. Or stock up with your own supply of frozen sliders for that day and others.
May the sea of abundance wash up on your shores.
Cincinnati, Oh 45202
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