At this very moment in time (Saturday the third of May), I am sitting on a ferry that will soon depart Whidbey Island and bring me to the main land. From there I'll drive into Seattle and set up a tent at one of our weekly farmers markets - today is especially hectic because we are repping and selling cheese at three locations rather than the normal two. Figured while I was sleepily sitting - with an eye to my right to hopefully see the farm's beach from afar and across the water - I could do a little blogging. My return to the farm after my NYC adventure brought more sunny days, and more lambs turned out and introduced to the glory of eating and sleeping outside. This first photograph illustrates both the sun and the lambs. Before they're freed we give them one more set of shots, which does require a bit of wrestling. We did a big batch just the other day. I actually enjoy this part of the work a lot. These lambs are not the wee average eight to ten pounds they often were at birth (though some certainly weighed less, and a few, more). At thirty pounds and thirty days these lads and lasses are usually ready for the larger space and fresh grass and a diet that does not include milk formula. The majority of the lambs I handled had already been thriving and growing for a number of weeks. In other words, I think it's probably fair to say that the smallest of the lambs we dealt with was probably forty pounds with a larger number clocking in at some point north of fifty pounds. What I like about the shots and moving lambs from one place to another may be in large part because of the increased strength you need to do it. For giving them shots you need to have one person with the needle and medicine and another holding the lamb so it doesn't wriggle or run away when pricked. They are like small children in the sense that some of them know what's coming - a shot and a hurt and an ouchie - and are none too eager to be held still for such a purpose, which requires you to really be strong enough to hold them still and to have the understanding of sheep to know what their first attempted moves and escapes will be. I'd say I'm generally pretty good at that sort of thing.
Tulip Town and saw a lot of tulips. It was a weekday, and an overcast one at that, which cut down on crowds in a way that made the experience far more pleasant to me than it might otherwise have been.