Posts By Scottie Jones

Culling

There is a point when it’s time to get out of the way. Standing down a sheep may work, but give her an edge or agitation and then you are just in her path to freedom and jumping over or into you becomes the most viable path. I probably should have reiterated this to Kate a little more as we were chasing down an errant ewe with a halter still around her face, the lead yanked out of my hands as we wrestled her from a pen to her future groupie group with the ram.

The Mulberry Tree

The kids had purple mouths. The chickens had purple feet. And Dutch Boy, our usually white turkey, had streaks of purple all through his feathers. It’s that time of year when the mulberry tree in the chicken yard is filled with the blackberry looking fruit that most have never tasted, but find delightful once picked.

Sheep Don’t Bite

It’s one of the most common questions I hear, “Do sheep bite?” It follows right after, “How do you know when you crack an egg whether it will be, well, an egg or a chick that comes out?” I try to remember back to our first days on the farm. I didn’t have a clue how to scatter the scratch in the chicken yard, but I’m not sure why I took it as such a challenge. I don’t think it ever occurred to me that the sheep might bite. As for the chick or the yolk, I might not have known how many days it takes an egg to incubate but I knew the difference a broody hen can make.

Tater the Troublemaker – A Poem

When Friends Return

There’s a bitter sweetness to see our old neighbors grace our house. Their dog is missing. He didn’t make the trip. We sit down for a gathering of stories and we barely know where to start.