January
has brought unusual cold, crisp, cloudless nights, 28 to 31F, and warm balmy days with temperatures rising into the high sixties. Instead of being indoors during the day, enjoying
the patter of rain, spinning or knitting, or even warping an inkle loom, I am outside working up a sweat digging in the vegetable garden, catching up on chores
that could have been done in December but I thought would wait until
March. The sunrises have been
spectacular, clear with skies washed with gorgeous pink colors, and although, I have
been wishing for thundery and rainy gray, I have grudgingly appreciated these rosy tinted mornings.
Garlic
should have been planted back in November, and I had cleared a raised bed to
plant, but I never got back in to finish up.
So, on a warm and sunny January 3, I got out and started setting the
cloves of garlic into the prepared bed. The
garlic came from Chester Aaron, an incredible garlic guru and friend who has been
searching out garlic for sixty plus years, buying, trading, and importing from
acquaintances all over the world.
Unfortunately, my planting maps were lost, so I only know these garlics
as his, but with no provenance. Still,
they are delicious, and come June, I hope this planting bed will provide a large enough harvest
to last me a year.
Yolo,
the Shetland ram was pretty aggressive, and I was concerned that he, with his
big horns, might fight with the younger Wensleydale x ram, who although bigger,
seemed reluctant to lower his head and charge.
My
practice, when putting two rams together, is to start them in a small space in
the barn. I add some feeders and old
tires to clutter up the space so they can’t back off and gain enough traction
to damage each other. Rams, in
unfettered spaces, back off and rush at each other with enough force to break one of the warrior's necks. To add more confusion to the barn mix, I put in
the two young Shetland twin boys who had been born late in July—that was a
surprise!— and were ready to be separated from their mother. As a first step, I
put the two big guys in side-by-side pens so they could get used to each
other’s smells and sounds. Then, I shoved the big Wensleydale in with
Yolo, and fed them both some alfalfa.
While they were eating, I put in the two small boys.
Yolo was
not happy, but he couldn’t maneuver well with all the tires and feeders
tripping him up in the small space. I
nervously watched from outside the pen until it seemed to be going well, with neither
big ram able to wind up enough speed to do the other damage. However, when I returned to check them after
about an hour, Yolo had one of the small rams shoved into a corner and was
bashing him vigorously. I managed to get
the little guy out, and he eluded Yolo after that, jumping nimbly back and
forth across the feeders and tires to keep out of his father's way.
After
another day, penned up and peaceable, I let the whole crew out into a side pasture. Everyone meandered around, grazing happily with no bashing, so I
loaded them up in the truck and took them down to the lower pasture, where they will be guarded by the two big llama boys.
Whew,
what a relief! With a fence and a road
separating them from the ladies, they should, I hope, stay where they are. I don't have to dance around when I am feeding, watching my back so I don't get rammed by the impatient guys. Still, I will be checking on them regularly
to make sure they don’t break out.
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