After the lovely four day weekend, I am back to work. Actually, I went back yesterday, but today actually felt like work. It was the usual 12 hours away from home, but as the uncertainty about Dodie's due date, and my absolute lack of experience with sheep makes it worrisome. I wish the previous owner had been more certain about when she was bred!
Today, I wrote down my goals for the farm: more cross fencing with water troughs and small shelters (partially for water catchment purposes so I don't have to haul as much water out to the back of the property), a small green house, a huge garden (with me somehow figuring out how to grow things that are not just cabbage or cabbage-like) - able to produce some dairy, vegetables, and some fruit. They are nice dreams.
Right now, I would be happy if I can get at least one more bigger pasture for the sheep, and if my garden would grow SOMETHING this year. Actually, that is not fair to the garden; I did get some beans and a mustard cabbage and a few tomatoes this year. Getting the sheep, and the learning curve of it all, has taken what time I did have for the garden away, but I actually have enjoyed having them very much, so it was a good trade. Now, though, I feel a renewed sense of determination and urgency about growing a garden!
I do have to say, I would much rather care for animals than fight against the kikuyu runner grass. Pulling that out is like pulling out steel wire. It is actually amazing stuff, brought from Africa to feed cattle in the 19th century. It isn't so good for the horses, but the sheep love it, and so do old Henry's cows across the street. My horses can't live off it, but I know the only grain those cows get is when he is trying to catch them, and they look quite fat and happy over there. Maybe the steel wire characteristic needs ruminant stomach to handle it!