{this moment}

A Friday ritual.
A single photo - no words - capturing a single moment from the week
A simple, special extraordinary moment.
A moment to pause, savor and remember.
Participating with the SouleMama blog.

{this moment}

A Friday ritual.

A single photo - no words - capturing a single moment from the week

A simple, special extraordinary moment.
A moment to pause, savor and remember.
Participating with the SouleMama blog

Weekly Top Shot

Maibh ~ making her way to the hay ~ just another snowy morning in the pasture.

joining The View From Right Here for Weekly Top Shot

{this moment}

A Friday ritual.

A single photo - no words - capturing a single moment from the week

A simple, special extraordinary moment.

A moment to pause, savor and remember.

Participating with the SouleMama blog

Winter Feeding

The sheep and the rest of the animals have worn icy paths between feeding areas and shelter.  They traveled back and forth, back and forth to eat and then to find shelter from the snow and wind.  We've been feeding the two groups farthest away from the barn via sled, as the snow got too deep for the ranger. 

We should have changed the rams' marking crayons during this most recent storm, but decided not to. Four of the ewes were marked the second breeding cycle.  We decided to take the chance that they were caught the second time around or that they will be bred by the clean-up ram.  As soon as there is enough snow melt, we'll break up the breeding groups and move all the ewes to the barnyard.  While the snow has been beautiful, we are really looking forward to a few days of milder weather.

Sunday Muse

Listen, everyone has a chance.
Is it spring, is it morning?
Are there trees near you,
and does your own soul need comforting?
Quick, then - open the door and
fly on your heavy feet; the song
may already be drifting away.
~from "Such Singing in the Wild Branches" by Mary Oliver

While We Were Walking

Don't think for a moment that the Moving into March walk went unnoticed by the farm dwellers.  They definitely recognize when there is anything out of the ordinary, and are never at a loss for words. 

"I think you are going the wrong way!"

"We ran all the way down here... we thought you were bringing the hay!"

"What are you doing down there?"

"We've been up and down this hill four times.  Aren't you finished taking pictures?"

"You better be coming up out of there with hay!"

"Don't make me come down there and get you!"

Good Morning Lambs

We never tire of seeing these happy faces in the morning.  Seeing them come up over the hill in the early morning light, the shiny lustre of their beautiful wool; hearing them answer our "C'mon Sheep" makes our hearts sing.

Good morning lambs.

Hayfield Lace

The long shadows of a high summer morning

seem to decorate the old barn hayfield

with a lovely flounce of eyelet lace

Misty Mountain Mornings





We never... ever... tire of our Misty Mountain Mornings...