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The photos don’t quite do these justice. Five of the scarves are made from the last of my Cormo yarn and two from our natural-color Bluefaced Leicester. The softness, comfort and drape is unmatched. Even wool skeptics will find these scarves next-to-the-skin pleasant. Dad and I are really proud of these gorgeous scarves. We think they are a sustainable gift worth giving (or a gift to yourself- after all, you’ve worked hard this year!)
Please feel free to get in touch with any questions.
My doctor made Physical Therapy sound optional, but given that I’m already in physical therapy for abdominal issues, I’m hardly going to skip making sure that my feet will be okay for years to come. It’s no surprise that my physical therapist observed that I am really, really strong, but have little flexibility. Labor that involves restraining animals and lifting heavy loads will do that. This is a good time for me to focus on my overall body capabilities so that I start farming again at the top of my game.
I am just starting to walk comfortably into the barn and out of it. Without good control of the ball of my foot and my big toe, I have to take it easy. I am not confident that I’m going to be able to control the clutch of the tractor sufficiently, so I am holding back on doing tractor work for the time being.
Matt has done a fabulous job with the sheep. It almost seems like a boon – he’s developed his own handling habits and ability to evaluate the sheep. Without me to help, he’s harnessed his own observational skills and grown his confidence. I can’t thank Matt enough for managing everything while I’ve been on the couch.
The sheep also recognize Matt’s work, as they now run to him first for petting and attention. I don’t think I’m a stranger in their eyes, but I can hear the “where have you BEEN” in the way the sheep respond to me. I wish I could go headlong into handling them and feeding them again, but I have to be very cautious that I don’t twist my ankle or get my foot stomped. I am still fragile, and it stinks.
Some scenes from the barn, now that I’m back in it:
The last two days have been very hectic in preparation for the sheep going into the barn for the winter. You’d think, “We have a barn, so we’re good” but we had yet to complete the electricity, the end panels, the floor and a few other small details. My parents came and helped tremendously. They are a model of how to cooperate and plan a multi-task effort. Mom applied rabbit-fence to the large gaps on the bottom of the large cattle panels while Dad and Matt worked on installing the electricity and affixing the cattle panels to the barn walls. I was even able to help a little despite my broken foot by moving some hay around for bedding and helping Mom.
With a little cleanup, today was the day to move the sheep into the barn. We figured they’d be really pleased with the opportunity since they stood out in the sleet all last night. But as Matt led the flock up the hill to their new winter quarters, two of the Border Leicesters decided that they’d rather be outside after all and led a few of their more gullible friends along as well. Oh well, we’ll try again! But the more we gathered the sheep and tried to get them in the barn, the more sheep began to refuse to cooperate. With only two people, only one of whom could walk, we could get most of the sheep in but couldn’t close the gate behind them, allowing several to escape every time we tried to pen them. We tried every configuration of gates and moving at different speeds and leading them in different directions to lure them, but finally we had to concede that we had 20 sheep in the barn and 16 on the lawn and there wasn’t going to be much we could do to make ground.
Matt was angry and frustrated and I was frozen and crabby. I began to feed the lawn-sheep little bits of grain to intrigue them to stay where they were. This was easier said than done, as the grain-lovers were all in the barn and the grain-skeptics in the yard were mostly avoiding me. While impatience made our situation worse when we were trying to force the sheep into the barn, patience and the fine art of pretending not to pay attention to the sheep eating the grain I was providing allowed me to hold the sheep in one place. Meanwhile, Matt gathered reams of Electronet fence and hauled it up the hill again and again to enclose the sheep. He is having some nerve pain, so schlepping fence around was about as comfortable for him as standing on one foot for two hours trying to be nonchalant about the timid sheep was for me. But within half an hour, he had set the fence up around us. He was hot and exhausted, and I was frozen and had lost feeling in my toes. But we got all of the sheep contained.
When we got inside, Matt asked me to prepare the mutton chops we had in the fridge. He felt he needed to eat sheep after an afternoon like this. I cooked the chops and they almost made up for how sore and exhausted we are. A brandy and pear tart I also made made up the difference.
Tomorrow, we have a couple of friends joining us to move the rest of the sheep into the barn. We should be able to do without moving the sheep outside of fencing. Hopefully, it will be a smoother process than today was.
I am part of a couple of sheep discussion groups on Facebook and on other social networks. One of the most common general questions is “What Breed Should I Raise?” Answers to this question can be trite or complex. “Whatever you think seems neat” “The Breed I Raise” and “Here’s a newly-available breed that people are talking about” are common responses, but these are not always the best way to find the sheep that are right for you.
Here is a rubric that might be helpful:
Are you a first time shepherd?
If yes, I wholeheartedly recommend just getting some mixed-breed ewes to start out with. They will teach you what you do and don’t want in a purebred, and you’ll be much happier if and when you do start raising a pure breed.
*Of note- a good friend corrected me that I shouldn’t appear to be recommending that new shepherds find random sheep from Craigslist. Your crossbred sheep should nevertheless come from a healthy flock, have good records and some ongoing assistance and mentorship from the seller.
What do you want to do with your sheep?
Just wool:If you just want a pet flock for wool, collecting wethers (neutered males) from a variety of breeds is the least expensive, lowest-maintenance way to have a fun spinner’s flock. Why wethers and not ewes? If you plan to breed your animals and have a variety of breeds on hand, you may find it challenging to keep large breeds fed without making small breeds obese, or to make sure that more dominant animals don’t “own” the feeder.
Just meat: If you plan to raise sheep for meat and don’t care about wool, hairsheep are a good choice. I am not knowledgeable about the different breeds of hairsheep and their characteristics, but I know that hairsheep and their crosses are growing in popularity among large- and small-scale sheep growers alike. I am sure that some breeds and strains are more or less suited to different climates and levels of grass quality.
What I am best prepared to address: Sheep for Meat and Wool for people who want their sheep as an enterprise more than a hobby.
If you plan to breed sheep and raise meat, but you want to enjoy wool too, things will get a little complex. It’s time to consider some economic and logistical matters.
What breed of sheep you raise should follow what climate and grass you have. I will describe the situation with an example: Shetlands were developed on Shetland island, eating sparse, rough foliage and seaweed. Suffolks and Hampshires were named for the rich, grassy, bountiful bottomlands where they originate. If you put a Suffolk on Shetland Island, it would probably starve fairly rapidly because it simply cannot gather enough nutrition to survive. A Shetland in Hampshire, allowed to graze as much as it pleases, will grow chubby and its famously soft wool will coarsen if it is able to eat lots of excess protein. Yet, in the US, many small-scale sheepraisers don’t take the suitability of the breed to their land very seriously. We have breeds adapted to the Western Range, to the Humid Southeast, to intensive grazing in the rich lands of Ohio and Indiana, and to the mediocre pastures of Northern New England. While exotic breeds may seem nice, you could wind up fighting an uphill battle against climate, diet or parasites.
So how can you tell how good your grass is? Your extension service can help, because every climate has different species with different levels of nutrition available to them. Talking about grass is beyond the scope of this quick post about breed selection, but I have some information about grass management and about rotational grazing.
It is my inexpert, personal opinion that many beginner Vermont shepherds underestimate their ability to raise sheep off the bat and choose something advertised as “hardy.” Hardy is great, unless it also means that they produce mediocre wool or single lambs instead of twins. I had this experience on a farm that had good land, but raised a breed associated with the barren highlands of Scotland. The sheep were fat and happy, but the lamb only covered the cost of keeping the sheep and nothing more. In most Northeastern flocks, the value of one lamb covers the mother’s room and board, while the second lamb represents the profits. This isn’t as firm a rule in other parts of the country where land is less expensive.
Another area of my again inexpert personal opinion: when slaughter cost is high on a per-animal basis, farmers aiming to raise sheep profitably need to raise the largest-finishing animals they can. Some breeds of sheep are small, especially ones developed in regions where food is scarce. Breeds like this will grow to full size and maturity rapidly and often fatten easily, but they may not have a heavy enough carcass to make lamb profitably. If your breed of sheep makes lambs that weigh 120 lbs at 7 months of age, you should get 50 lb carcasses worth $400-500 dollars. Cost of slaughter will be about $100 in my area, leaving $300-400 to cover costs and provide income. Now imagine your lambs weigh 80 lbs at age 7 months. You may get a 35 lbs carcass from such a sheep. You are still paying $100 for inspected slaughter, but will only get $250-350 from the carcass, leaving only $150 to 250 to cover costs and provide income.
I was incorrect about a couple of the considerations I now mention when I initially wanted to raise Cormos. Here are some things I didn’t consider or know:
It is not possible to “upbreed” mutt sheep into registerable Cormos by using Cormo rams for multiple generations. So you either have registered stock, or you don’t.
Pure Cormo wool doesn’t tolerate the moisture in our climate if the sheep don’t have complete shelter from rain available at all times. Mine all had algae in their wool.
Finding Cormo rams was going to involve driving across the country now and then.
This final point is worth addressing, as I’ve repeated my error with the Bluefaced Leicesters: Finding the right genetics to complement your efforts when you are raising an unusual breed and you may find yourself traveling long distances at great expense to manage your gene pool. Do not underestimate this expense, and also make sure that within the breed you are considering there are like-minded shepherds with the same goals as you. All of the literature I had read about Cormos suggested that they should regularly twin, but it didn’t seem that other shepherds raising the breed were actively working towards maintaining their lambing rate. I was finding that the more Cormo breeding my sheep had, the fewer lambs tended to have. With the Bluefaced Leicester, there is a group of breeders within the breed working to maintain the high lambing rate while improving the vigor and thrift of the breed. I am happy to drive to Ohio for sheep that I know align with my flock goals.
And if you would rather not drive so much, why not raise a breed that is common and successful in your area? My Border Leicester flock fits that description. Border Leicesters do well in our climate and are popular. They grow large enough on grass alone to carry a grass-based farm plan, and while their wool isn’t the softest, it is still useful and valuable.
Certainly, this post isn’t comprehensive, but I hope that it prompts some thoughts as you consider raising sheep.
Mom and I went to Rhinebeck last weekend to represent Bluefaced Leicester Sheep as best we could. With my foot broken, this is largely a story of other people doing things for me. Matt loaded Fannie the BFL lamb at 5:30 for my departure. Down 91, picked up Mom in Brattleboro, across on 90 and down the Taconic and we were in Rhinebeck. Again, wonderful helpers helped Mom unload Fannie into her pen, where her new friend Chloe was waiting. I had reserved Chloe months ago from BlueLand Farm in Maryland. I had a pleasant chat with Meredith as we signed over the papers for Chloe.
Saturday saw steady waves of people coming up. Most just wanted to see some sheep and learn a little, but a few were interested in becoming future shepherds. By noon, people could barely shuffle by. There were more people in that barn than live in my town, easily. A big treat was a visit from the New England Border Collie Rescue folks and the chance to meet a few of the members of a Ravelry group I really love.
Sunday was a little calmer, and we were able to have some one-on-one conversations with representatives of yarn shops and a few more members of the public who are considering sheep. A lot of the questions I was asked concerned selecting breeds when you start your farm. There are some misconceptions I want to address with that, so I am thinking of writing some posts about breeds. What questions or thoughts do you have about selecting breeds of sheep?
It has now been almost two weeks since I broke my foot.
Matt has been out flat trying to keep up with the sheep work and the barn-building we need to do. The issue is that we need to complete the barn this month, and we can’t seem to connect with interested friends on a day when we can get a person-lift and when enough people might be available. We also recognize that it isn’t our family or friend’s job to be available on demand for barn-construction purposes. We are working on alternative plans.
A friendly student from Sterling College is helping us move sheep right now. Her name is Carly, and we are thrilled to have someone with knowledge of our fencing system and a cheerful demeanor come and assist us. Yesterday, Carly and Matt made a effort to clean up some of the Border Leicesters who have had a touch of the runs. The sheep weren’t very cooperative, but they made progress and we’ll keep trying.
The foot in question has turned into a rainbow of blues, greens and yellows. I have a really intense charleyhorse in my calf muscle on that side, and I still can’t have the foot down for any amount of time without swelling and increased discomfort. I’ve had it checked out with the doctor just in case it’s Deep Vein Thrombosis. The fact that they haven’t called suggests it’s just a killer cramp.
So that covers the facts of the matter. The feelings are that I HATE sitting still. I feel restless and frustrated, and my days are just a blur of sleep and quiet sitting. It is an issue not easily solved with company or food because I am naturally energetic and I can’t just sit. Because I am wanting to move so much, it is very challenging to concentrate on the seated activities that I could be doing. I would usually solve this by going outside and being active and then attempting the seated activity later. Without that option, I’m kind of sitting here vibrating with energy but unable to address it.
I am also endlessly grateful: to Carly for stepping in at just the right moment and saving Matt’s mental health, to Julie for moving the last of the wood with Matt, to Tam who went grocery shopping for me, to Eric and to Mom for some interim employment, to Prin and Bianca at Sterling for helping us find Carly, to Erin and Mike for their how-to-be-broken supplies and advice. Feeling grateful is the best way to fight the antsy-ness I feel.
Today is the third day of convalescence for me with this broken 4th metatarsal.
Every day living is a lot more work without a working left foot. My day starts with just trying to get down the stairs. My crutches stay downstairs, so I hop around in the bathroom or crabwalk to get around. The hardest part is getting up from the floor using just one leg. Matt has to get my clothes for me, and then I bump, bump, bump down the stairs on my bum.
My crutches are right at the bottom of the stairs, so I stagger over to the couch, exhausted from the work. Matt is kind enough to feed me some breakfast and coffee before he heads out to manage sheep. Even going to the bathroom is a huge exertion, since my body is putting a lot of energy towards healing. I’m finding I’m very sleepy throughout the day.
I usually get started on some of the computer work that I am trying to get done while I’m confined to sitting. Elvis the kitty has gotten a lot out of my need to sit. She’s been cuddling up quite a bit. Lucky the parrot doesn’t understand why I can’t come and get her right now.
I miss spending time with the sheep. I miss getting sheep cuddles and chin-scritches and the smell of their sheepy bodies. I trust Matt completely, but it’s hard to let go anyway. Matt has been giving our injured ewe pills in marshmallows. Apparently, she is an expert at eating only the marshmallow and tossing the pills as much as possible.
I tried to cook dinner last night. I lost my one-legged balance and fell down, so we decided to improvise a little more creatively. Here I am cooking on a chair.
The orthopedist says I am off the foot for six weeks, at a minimum. I never thought I’d say that it’s a best-case-scenario for a ladder accident, but I won’t need surgery and it looks like healing should be fairly straightforward. The doctor examined the foot for tendon damage and thinks I may be in the clear for that, too.
We are still looking for an intern who’d like to help Matt move the sheep. We’ll train our helper on rotational grazing and we can pay in meat or wool. Room and board might be available for the right person, so please let me know if you are interested, because Matt’s already exhausted and we’ve got quite a while yet to go.
I was all set to write a post about my third Sheep and Wool Festival and how successful it felt. I made new friends and renewed contact with acquaintances. I sold fleece with confidence, knowing I’ve finally learned what I need to about the products I offer. I talked to other vendors about their sales successes and lessons so that I can improve next year. I had a wonderful time, and I have enough revenue on hand to pay some nagging bills.
But this post isn’t about that. This post is about how Matt and I were rushing to get one last barn-building task done yesterday before I planned to move the Border Leicester group. I was on the ladder, and he was driving the tractor. We were trying to move a big truss that will hold up the cover of our yet-unbuilt barn. We didn’t notice that a strap was inadvertently hooked on the implement behind the tractor. As Matt drove forward, the strap pulled the truss, the ladder and me forward. I fell 10 feet, breaking my left foot – Fracture of the 4th Metatarsal, to be precise.
Farming while unable to move is a challenge, for sure. We are looking for someone who’d like to do sheep chores daily in exchange for the experience or maybe a room in the house. Unfortunately, I’m necessarily on break from my part-time job, as it requires walking, so I am not in much of a position to offer pay. We could barter some meat or fiber, though.
In other sad news, the ewe whose struggle to walk we’ve been following was finally seen by the vet today. Diagnosis- busted tendon near the patella. So we are medicating her with meat-safe painkillers for a week to keep her comfortable and will have to butcher her. We are really sad. Just another freak accident in a weird and unaccountable year!
Every year has been a little different at the Vermont Sheep and Wool Festival at the Tunbridge Fairgrounds in Tunbridge, VT, September 30-October 1. Even if you don’t knit, it’s a ton of fun with great food and lots of opportunities to learn more about fibercraft.
In the past, I have brought natural-color Cormo X yarn – soft yarn in natural white, gray and brown shades. Additionally, I’ve brought some hand-processed batts for handspinners and felters.
This year is a little different. The last run of Cormo X yarn will be for sale, available in eight (yes!) attractive and wearable colors plus three natural shades. We will be debuting our Bluefaced Leicester yarn, which is soft and silky with a subtle sheen. I hope you are as excited as I am to touch this awesome yarn. Our BFL yarn comes in two natural colors and supplies are limited.
We will also be offering raw fleece in several formats. We have small packets of hand-selected Bluefaced Leicester and Border Leicester locks for crafting. Border Leicester fleece is on offer in larger volumes. I know many handspinners with they could sample more fleeces with a little less commitment to a whole sheep. I have chosen to offer fleece in smaller purchase units so that you can enjoy a pound or three of quality fleece without being tired of it by the end. I’ve been there.
Additionally, gorgeous and intriguing pelts made by Vermont Natural Sheepskins will be on offer in both white and natural shades.
So please come by our booth in the animal barn. Friendly lambs want to nibble you, and I want to hear what you think of this blog.
If you are buying a farm, reclaiming a pasture, or even just considering getting into small ruminants, please join us for a pasture walk at Cloverworks Farm!
Join UVM Extension and the VSGA at Cloverworks Farm in Albany, where farmers Katie and Matt have moved their operation from rented pastures to their own place with 40 Border and Bluefaced Leicester sheep. Learn how to identify your pasture’s needs and deficits and learn to plan an improvement strategy through haying, mowing and rotational grazing. Careful application of soil amendments will also be covered. Light refreshments served. Please wear booties provided for biosecurity.
Location: 4558 Creek Rd., Irasburg, VT 05845
To register, call Katie Sullivan at (802) 324-2039 or email at email@example.com