The journey started a very long time ago because it’s an outgrowth of an incurable disease called ovine progressive obsession.
You want better yarn so you learn to spin, and then you figure out that it’s hard to find the wool that you want. And so you start dreaming about having your own sheep. And in order to have sheep, of course you’re going to have to have a place to put them, and that means you have to have a small farm, and if you’re going to be stuck on a small farm, then you might as well grow some other stuff, too, because at some point you figure out that you’re not going to make enough money off of a few sheep. And so it kind of snowballs from there, and the outcome at this point seems to be that you end up with a tiger by the tail and not enough time to do anything with the wool, which is why you got into it in the first place.
I grew up in nature, not necessarily farming, but outdoors, doing outdoors things, camping, hiking; you know, bird watching and stuff like that, and then gardening some and sailing.
So it starts with the sheep, yeah.
So one crazy day at work I didn’t get off for lunch until 2:30 in the afternoon. I had to go let the dog out. And so the dog and I walked up to the fence just as the landowner was mowing the fence margin on the other side. We introduced each other and we talked for 10 minutes and he said, “Ya’ll wouldn’t want to buy this land, would you?”
We were almost instantly were offered the sheep from a friend that heard we had gotten land, knew that I wanted a few sheep some day.
So it was a good beginning,
At some point there it felt like