I remember grandpa saying a sheep was just a critter looking for a place to die.
Or a sheep would get sick, you could leave it alone and it would due in 7 days. Or you could take it to a vet, pay him, and it wouldn’t die for an entire week.
That reminds me of a saying we had when Disneyland still had different tickets for different ride. When there was some sort of "interesting" event going one we'd say.
'This is more fun than an E ticket ride".
Is every one of them critters tagged?
Probably cost prohibitive to pit tag them?
Looks like a fun time in the future for the Conrad Clan.
Nothing warms my heart more than seeing kids growing up right. Great job there.
The kids look great. That brown dog looks to be an absolute jewel. And the sheep, well they look like sheep.
Takes me back fifty years. A neighboring rancher pastured two bands on the BLM behind our farm.
When the water was out of the canal separating the BLM from our half section (Oct 15-Apr 15), my siblings and I thought that BLM was our private playground. High steep hills to climb and run back down, and not another house for a mile in any direction. 8, or 10, or 12 year old kids can make some pretty good speed running full tilt down 200 yds of 10% to 12% grade.
I remember a lovely bright warm March day, we were playing in such a manner, with a band of 1000 ewes and their lambs grazing about 1/4 mile away on a facing hillside. When we took off running down the hill, the entire band stampeded in the opposite direction.
We ran dairy cattle and were smart enough to know we had screwed up. There was nothing funny about it. That poor Peruvian herder and his border collies spent about three hours getting the flock put back together.
We were careful to never run like that again in front of the sheep. The herder must have forgiven us, as he was always friendly and waved when we were playing nearby. Though we never understood a word he said, he sent us home with a very nice border collie cross pup one spring which grew into a fine farm dog.
Jim, That is a good looking bunch of sheep! All the same size and age it appears. Are they all bred? I don't envy you when it comes time to band them and dock their tails. It always seemed to come a time when the snow was melting and real sloppy. Oh, I forgot giving them shots was kinda interesting also. But, I never saw the owners ever complain about not making money on them. Of course the wool is big money---or can be. Good luck with your venture, it will be good for the kids.
I guess it was pretty good. Thats been gone 20 plus years?? Not sure.
In the last ten years at least.....sheep have paid better than cattle. A lot better.
We dont have a govt hunter here anymore. Friend of mine called the head office to ask why and was told that all the govt hunter money is going to the west side to combat wolves.
So....we buy lots of guard dogs. Also.......teach myself to trap coyotes.
I guess it was pretty good. Thats been gone 20 plus years?? Not sure.
In the last ten years at least.....sheep have paid better than cattle. A lot better.
We dont have a govt hunter here anymore. Friend of mine called the head office to ask why and was told that all the govt hunter money is going to the west side to combat wolves.
So....we buy lots of guard dogs. Also.......teach myself to trap coyotes.
I guess it was pretty good. Thats been gone 20 plus years?? Not sure.
In the last ten years at least.....sheep have paid better than cattle. A lot better.
We dont have a govt hunter here anymore. Friend of mine called the head office to ask why and was told that all the govt hunter money is going to the west side to combat wolves.
So....we buy lots of guard dogs. Also.......teach myself to trap coyotes.
Seriously thinking about getting greyhounds too.
When I was a Wildlife Specialist, in the whole county there was only 1 left in the business. Every rancher in that whole area ranched sheep, but slowly went back to cattle.
Obama dufunded USDA Aphis so badly, it's a wonder it's even still a program.
If you need any help, let me know. I used to kill between 3 to 500 coyotes a year, and still wasn't helping that one sheep rancher much.
Neighbors across the street are sheep ranchers. Used to run cattle as well when the Patriarch was still alive. Basque. Their ranch is about 20 miles out of town. 2000 acres or so. Site for lots of TV and movie show scenes in the 20th century like Big Valley. Good people. Matriarch is still alive at 90 and brings us by fresh ranch eggs and when the stars are aligned she whips us up some sheep basque herders bread.
we only have one kind of Costco where I've been. Business card holders used to get in an hour earlier or something.
I'll have to look, that price is not much different than our family had to pay at the auction combined with the butcher fees for my niece's lamb..........but that was for charity
Nothing warms my heart more than seeing kids growing up right. Great job there.
The kids look great. That brown dog looks to be an absolute jewel. And the sheep, well they look like sheep.
Takes me back fifty years. A neighboring rancher pastured two bands on the BLM behind our farm.
When the water was out of the canal separating the BLM from our half section (Oct 15-Apr 15), my siblings and I thought that BLM was our private playground. High steep hills to climb and run back down, and not another house for a mile in any direction. 8, or 10, or 12 year old kids can make some pretty good speed running full tilt down 200 yds of 10% to 12% grade.
I remember a lovely bright warm March day, we were playing in such a manner, with a band of 1000 ewes and their lambs grazing about 1/4 mile away on a facing hillside. When we took off running down the hill, the entire band stampeded in the opposite direction.
We ran dairy cattle and were smart enough to know we had screwed up. There was nothing funny about it. That poor Peruvian herder and his border collies spent about three hours getting the flock put back together.
We were careful to never run like that again in front of the sheep. The herder must have forgiven us, as he was always friendly and waved when we were playing nearby. Though we never understood a word he said, he sent us home with a very nice border collie cross pup one spring which grew into a fine farm dog.
Reminds me of a time when I was riding with my ex2. We were in the outdoor sand ring, her on her Warmblood, me on a Thoroughbred mare she’d picked up.
The sand ring was downhill from the main barn and there was some scrub brush along the hill. Suddenly 4 deer burst out of the scrub and took off across the hill.
The TB mare thought like a horse - “They’re running! Something must be chasing them!! I’d better run, too!!!!” That damned nag was almost levitating, she wanted to go so bad. I barely managed to keep her from bolting.
Be careful with greyhounds. Guy I went to school with got sheep during the carter years to try and make a living. Lots of coyotes in his neighborhood and he started losing sheep. He got a couple greyhounds and they killed a coyote or two but one night the male got up set with the sheep....killed a bunch.