What a crazy busy week I had last week, beginning on Tuesday and finally settling back down today. Tuesday Hubby had a friend and three of his children come and visit us from the City and by that I mean the Real Big City — L.A. We had a wonderful time with them, taking them around to do all the country things that we enjoy. They are seriously city folks, and I guess you wouldn’t call someone “folks” if you lived in the city but I guess that shows how much of a country girl I am.
First we took them to our Big Lake, and look at how low it is. We are in a serious drought and they’ve been letting the water out of our resivoir so it is down probably around 100 + feet. We were planning on going bass fishing once we reached the shore line (took a while of driving around to be able to get there – avoiding ditches and ravines) but the wind was blowing so hard we just let the kids play and throw rocks in the water.
The beautiful family posing in front of our Alps.
This is a better view of the shoreline. It is always a low lake but this year, I really don’t think there will be much boating because of the ramps being out of commission.
Next we took them to our local “shooting range” which is up in the mountains in the middle of no-where that’s what’s nice though — no one around, just us and the facilities. Hubby is a big advocate of gun safety and education of gun safety as he and I both believe that guns are a tool and to be taken seriously but can be fun. Our friend had shot guns before as a teen but his children never had so we rounded up our .22’s and took them. They were excellent marksmen/women and did an excellent job.
Their Dad, who is of Hispanic origin wanted to take a “guerilla” picture — I then gave it a vintage look and love how it turned out. Too fun, and the kids were all so safe and took special care. Really, he is harmless he often gets comments that he looks like a cop, he’s more of a teddy bear inside though.
One of the days we took them to some hotsprings about two hours east of here. There were a few little pools but this one was the best and I’m glad I got a picture of it before the kids muddied it up. Hubby fished, I took pictures and the kids played — Annie threw rocks.
Her cousin took her in the pool at one point but she wasn’t too excited about the idea. I think she would have much rather had me holding her, or Hubby, but neither of us came prepared to get in.
Finally, after a few more activities our guests went home on Saturday and we had to wake up early Sunday to prepare for shearing.
39 sheared sheep later, we were pretty wore out and we didn’t even do the shearing! It’s funny how that activity can tire you, just the notes, gathering fleece, catching sheep, tagging lambs — It’s a job that didn’t get done until around 3:00 p.m. and we started at 9:00 a.m.
Our shearer made an interesting observation that all our “brown faced” sheep were ornery to shear. Dub was not exactly relaxed and kept fighting that’s why Hubby had to hold him at some points during his shearing. Thank goodness for those large handle bars.
Hubby tried to take a picture of Annie and I in the barn with one of our recently born lambs (two horned sired by Raider), but things weren’t working out too well —
See. My kid and “Bandit” were not cooperating and I was tired, smeared with sheep poop, lanolin soaked, hair-not-washed-because-there’s-no-point-until-we’re-done — Oh well, I’ll post my bad side here too.
It’s nice to have the sheep shorn now — I’ve been eyeing everyone to see how they’re progressing. I’ve got some “City Girls” that are bagging up, all bred to Raider and are from my acquired flock from the Bay Area. I’ve decided on culling some ewes – some freckled, some with not so pretty babies… And on and on. I was also pleasantly surprised with the development of a yearling ewe, Francine, who is really gorgeous with fleece and shorn. It’s nice to see her as an addition to my ewe flock — Looking forward to next year’s lambs.