Babies, babies, babies!

Lots of changes happening around here! First and foremost, Poppy isn’t living with me anymore. After there were two more lamb orphans I realized she might be happier living over in lamb nursery school with them. I also realized I might be a bit happier with the extra hours of sleep. It’s with mixed emotions that I bring this news because while I am glad for the relaxation, I am sad to pass up on the close friendship that I could feel budding. My worries are eased a bit because I still get to bottle feed her and after work I’m going to start taking her out on walks. So far, she still seems to recognize my voice so I am feeling better about our separation. The two new friends she has are about three times her size but they seem content together. The trio is so close we even went super corny and named them PB and J -- Poppy, Beatrice and Jake. (Dru joked that if we get more we’ll have to name them BLT. Haha)

Then, even when we thought it wasn’t possible to have any more babies around this place, BOTH goats gave birth today. One had triplets and the other had twins! Five new babies in one day, exhausting but wonderful. And everyone has made up their minds, of all the babies kids are definitely the cutest farm animals, hands down.

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Oh, and once again, my lunch efforts were thwarted. This time by Cheryl. Now I’m actually starting to get curious about what it would be like to get to cook….Indian food next week, I promise!

Bon Apetit!

The day has finally arrived! Tomorrow Rawley and I are in charge of making lunch for everyone. We had planned on discussing our dishes carefully at market but since market was pretty busy today we never really had time to sort it all out. Luckily I came up with a theme and persuaded him to let the menu be Indian-inspired which I am very excited about. I plan on making naan and I think we will also brew a lot of chai. Then for our main meal we will make some curry, rice, a lentil dish, and then either a potato and spinach dish or a chickpea dish. Dessert is still in question…chocolate chip cookies are totally Indian, right? J

On a totally separate note, Judith asked me to write an article for the Beet yesterday. It's pretty intimidating, I have no idea what to write about because there is so much I want to say (obviously, since I have a whole blog dedicated to it). I'm excited, but at the same time nervous.

Sleep or lack thereof

Joe's acute realization when discussing our 3am sheep checks: Most people count sheep to fall asleep. We however wake up to count sheep.

A walk with Nellie

This is long overdue. One of my first weeks here I decided to take a walk around the farm to get my bearings. It all seems so long ago now but unfortunately you know how it goes with having to take time to upload pictures...

Anyway, Nellie, one of the farm dogs, decided to tag along and be my guide:

First while walking up the driveway we marveled at the fields bursting with rain:
Second on our trip we stopped to look at the sheep and the one guard llama that takes care of the flock:

Turning back around, Nellie finally took me down to the river where we played a nice game of fetch:

What a lovely walk!

Poppy

Having just been born Saturday night, Poppy successfully remained a name-less lump of wool until today. Up until now everyone simply called her “the little black lamb” or “my little furry friend”, but that was getting tiresome. Unhappy with her nameless state we spent all day yesterday and today trying to find a name that fit. The first suggestion was to call her Beatrice but after spending enough time with her I didn’t think it fit quite right so I kept searching. Joe wanted something bold and courageous like Braveheart or something but that didn’t seem to stick either. It wasn’t until today that I was weighing 577 bags of spinach leaves in the shop with the women that we found something a bit more promising. When I asked them for name suggestions they laughed and shrugged it off but after I pried a bit harder, Panchi finally suggested calling her “Amapola” which means poppy in Spanish. Even though Panchi had never even met the little lamb, I knew right away that it fit her well. If nothing else, she was a perfect representation of a poppy seed, small and black.

For the last part of the day I’ve started calling her Poppy and Amapola interchangeably, which is a working example of my naming dilemma. I had initially wanted to name her something that could be translated to both English and Spanish. But after hearing Panchi say “Amapola”, I couldn’t think of a better name so I decided we would just have to deal with the language barriers. The current problem was pointed out by Rawley today which is that when you say Poppy in a Spanish accent it sounds a bit like you’re saying Papi, which is a completely different thing. Due to these complications the name is not set in stone yet but I’m thinking she’s just going to have to be spunky lamb with a spunky name.