Lambing 2025
A lull in lambing has given me time to reflect…
After three days with no lambs born, the past three days have seen a lamb-storm, and the jugs are full again…
Entering the Home Stretch Read More »
We are more than halfway through lambing, with 26 lambs from 18 ewes, and 13 left to go. We haven’t lost a single lamb or had any still-births, but we have had quite a run of singles, which is very unusual for us. Only 8 sets of twins from the 18 ewes, and 10 singles.
Singles, Twins, and some Genetics Read More »
Yesterday was a beautiful day, perfect for the scheduled visit to our ranch of 45 fourth-graders from San Rafael, as part of STRAW (Students and Teachers Restoring a Watershed), a program of Point Blue Conservation Science. STRAW volunteers, managed by Point Blue staff, install and maintain plantings on ranches, providing an educational experience for the
STRAW day at the ranch Read More »
Yesterday was a slow lambing day, but the highlight of the day was a visit from the entire staff of MALT, the Marin Agricultural Land Trust. MALT holds a conservation easement on our ranch and I consider them partners in our work–their stewardship staff are important advisors for us on everything from invasive weed management
Mo was on the early shift this morning, and got to the barn just after 6:00 to find Aulait with a newborn Moorit girl, born at 5:55 and already nursing! Aulait is a good mother–she gave us Mocha last year and we hope this girl is another out of that mold. Aulait tends to have
It’s only March 1st, but we are deep into lambing! Today began at 6:15 when I awoke and checked the barn cam on my phone and saw a ewe in the barn with a lamb. As I was watching, she popped out a second lamb. I dressed and was up to the barn in 5
Busy but GREAT lambing day! Read More »
We had a pasture surprise this morning, our ewe Meryl with twins in the pasture, born in the night, dry and warm and with full bellies. Meryl was a perfect mother and handled her birth like a pro. Melinda was elated to find them and snuggle those little lambs in the crook of her arm