Last weekend, we roadtripped to Bozeman to visit Anne, the woman we're buying our sheep from. She's the only one in Montana and most surrounding states who raises Leicester Longwool sheep, aka the breed I picked.
During our visit, we met the two ewes we'll be getting -- Betty and Fiona, and picked out wether (a castrated male sheep). He was the only one of the bunch who came up to us to check us out. I figured that made him curious and brave enough to check it out. That's my kind of sheep.
We learned a lot about fencing, shelter, the water and feed requirements for sheep. She's also got an amazing oasis property where she was once the only house in a giant empty field. She's got trees, lush green grass, gorgeous flowers, space for her sheep and chickens. She made sure to tell us that it had taken her 20 years in that space to turn it into what it is, giving me hope that we can maybe develop a similar oasis of our own.
Today we had a fencing guy over to walk the property with M to work up an estimate for our new sheep enclosures and we'll get started on our sheep shelter soon. We've made progress, albeit slow, on our pole barn, which is basically going to be a chicken palace with space to store the lawn mower and other garden tools.
So for now, that's where things stand around the minifarm.
Oh, and a stray cat has adopted us. She's doing a spectacular job of curbing our mouse problem and putting a dent on the bunny explosion. She seems to steer clear of the dogs, not have much interest in trying to eat the chickens and the dogs seem to tolerate her.
She doesn't have a name, but I'm tempted to call her Kit Kat, because I'm 12.
Also because I'm 12, I feel that I should announce it's now August and my birthday month. Here's to hoping for major progress in the last month of my 31st year.
How goes it in your neck of the woods?