Not so Mama. She is just calmly watching for the stork. In her usual sublime ovine dreamy state. 
Yesterday every man and his dog decided to drop in, plus a couple of delivery men, the junk yard man, the farmer who rents the land alongside ours, the neighbours daughters (typical), another set of neighbours looking for asparagus, The Matriarchs dog and several assorted bit players.
Hairy MacLairy put on his best pose at Pats New Gate.
A state of controlled bedlam reigned for the afternoon with home made pizza and blueberry muffins to follow. I am still not entirely sure where the Matriarch’s dog came from but there he is warming my gumboots for me. No sign of The Matriarch.
Daisy was not wasting a minute of her allotted hour on the grass. She just ignored them all. Actually now that I think about it she may have sent Hairy to GUARD the gate to prevent any intrusions.
Mama must be getting close now, (how many times have I said that) and if there is breaking news at the wrong time of the day I might just HAVE to post a wee shot on the Kitchen’s Garden Project Facebook page while I am making a post for you.
Last night Mama put herself to bed with her head dipping above her water trough, I worried that she would nod off and her head would fall into the water. Lying down to drink is tired. Her feet hurt.
This morning when I checked Mama at 4, there was a tiny shower and she was standing ever so still just enjoying the cool gentle rain. No change. I sighed and came back in to start work.
But a word to the wise. There is no guarantee that things will go well. Mia has taught us that. Sheep are really not as robust as they look. She has a good team but in the end Mama is not as young as she was. But so far so good.
Anyway, Today is Old Codgers Dog Day. TonTon had his shampoo yesterday and is probably outside this very minute rolling in something hideous to perfume himself for his outing. Between the carpenter and my Sheep Sitter from down the road, Mama will be well looked after while I am gone. Though if she has her lambs on the only morning I leave the property this week I will be so cranky!
Good morning. I hope you all have a good busy day. I like busy. Until it is not. Then I like Not Busy.
celi
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81 responses to “I don’t know about you but I am worn out with the waiting”
I wonder what has been happening today. It must be about 11 pm your time as I write. Let go, Mama…give those feet of yours a break. You were very loyal to leave the land today, Celi!
It is funny how I hate to leave, I think i am turning into a hermit !! I guess they were not ready yesterday, but every day is a day closer to their birthday.. c
There they are…yin and yang again! TonTon and Mama just crack me up. Wishing a happy and healthy lambing for her…with you in attendance. Hairy McLairy surely is posing and what a great shot of him. Happy Weekend!
Morning Betsy we will have a great weekend i am sure, lambs or not!! c
I hope all goes well with Mama. The grass is looking so green and healthy now. I wonder what she’s waiting for. It was new moon yesterday (23rd). Maybe she needs a bit more moon power to help her on her way.
Ah the new moon, morning Juliet, man i hope she is not waiting for the full moon! c
Oh, I would be cranky too if she waited til you were away! Hoping for good news soon!
Morning patti, she is still calm and serene so i am hoping any news will be good when it eventually breaks! c
Reading your blog is transporting, I feel like a homesteader myself. 🙂 And I love your photos.
Morning Emmy, and thank you, it is truly wonderful for me to have you all there on my team! c
“I like busy. Until it is not. Then I like not busy.” You have just described me to a “t.” 🙂 I LOVE, LOVE, LOVE the shot of the Matriarch’s dog by the gum boots. It’s so striking. And I hope that Mama waits for you!!! I think she will though. 🙂
Oh poor thing…. You and the sheep that is. A break is just what the doctor ordered for you. No need to do useless worrying. Take some time for yourself. BAM
That poor sheep, i feel sorry for her then remind myself that she knows she is not ready it is me who is worrying about WHEN she will be ready. am well.. c
I am on tenterhooks wondering how many lambs she’ll have (or do you know that it’s four?) I hope all goes well.
I hope TonTon stayed clean, I like the colours of the Matriarch’s dog with the wellies and I think that cellar-thing looks like a bunker. 🙂
actually i could use it as a bunker in the event of a tornado, we would not starve!! c
Ooh, hope you’re not in the path of too many of those! 🙂
Your pictures and posts make me want to move to the “country”, even though I live in a fairly rural state and town. The blogs take me back to spending time on my Grandpa and Grandma’s farm in Indiana, when I was little—although they did not have sheep, just cattle, and wild kittens in the barn. Trying to milk the cow. Picking berries. Grandpa telling scary ghost stories at night, by candle light, sliding down the bannister of their big two story home. Playing with a friend from the neighboring farm, etc.
Good morning and welcome! Lovely to meet you and I am always thrilled when people like yourself tell me that the farmy reminds them of old fashioned lifestyles. This is how I want our life to be. Though there is a bit of work involved it is actually quite logical and easy on the mind.. c
My sweet, I am a big fan of both Busy and Not, when it’s time spent in your company. Every moment is a pleasure. My regards to all the beasties too!
xoxo
Kath