This morning, the rain clouds had blown far to the North and there was an unseasonal warmth across the State. Winter woollies were ( temporarily, I'm sure) discarded and the sun shone over the ranch. The chickens ventured out from the shelter of their cozy nest boxes to feast on worms and bugs driven to the surface by the relentless rain , the horses tossed their heads and kicked their heels, out in the pasture a large flock of transient Canada Geese settled (hopefully temporarily) to graze and in the garden, the first rose of the year has bloomed. The rhubarb leaves are uncurling from the ground, Buds on the fruit trees are opening, Spring bulbs are flowering and the Jostaberry starts are beginning to show signs of life. It is one short week until the first lambs are due and though he doesn't know it yet, Mr. Barney the ram will once again begin his enforced period of celibacy in the "bachelor suite". As the "ladies" jostle for position at the hay manger, regular butt checks indicate which of them will be the first to occupy the currently vacant bonding pens. Swelling milky bars (and other body parts) indicate Baby Doll and Chance will be our first moms this year....but, we have been known to be wrong in the past. Clearly a "watched udder doesn't necessarily lamb first" .
Finally, Mom Sikora is feeling better and will be starting the next phase in her recovery program tomorrow. Thank you to everyone who included her in your prayers and for all the thoughtful messages we received on her behalf. We are blessed to have her and thankful that she has received such wonderful care. Time to go, Greg has put the kettle on. Take care, keep safe, M