Butchering sheep!

We butchered two Icelandic bucks today, not a fun job. I always feel bad when it is time to butcher but that is the deal, it has to be eaten, at some point. Cute lambs turn into dinner, fluffy chicks grow into roasts, chubby piglets into hams and ornery geese into Roast goose.

I wish I was French and enjoyed horse. My dad had me rolling with laughter the other evening. We took him and my mom out to dinner, it was Daddy's birthday. We were eating dessert, when we started to discuss the farm's finances. It costs a small fortune to feed the critters, and so I had been tallying for the taxes. My dad reminded me of what he thinks of horses. He said: "I look out the window and watch Silver eat the hay, but that is not hay I see him eating. Dollar Bills, I see him eating up dollar bills, disappearing into his mouth." The look of disgust on his face cracked me up.

I do have three foals for sale this year. They will be born this spring and will be ready to leave this fall. Each mare was bred to a homozygous stud, that means that the foals will be paints, their color that of their mothers. Rose is a sorrel paint, Zoe is a light chestnut dun and Malley is a palomino dun. The babies will be beautiful and I will post photos when they are born.