Black Sheep Gathering in Oregon is an annual event but I usually get there every other year. When I go I take sheep.
Estelle ready for her first road trip.
When we get there everyone is ready to get out of the truck. Farm Club members and other friends also drove to BSG. They were always ready to help with the sheep.
After the truck ride the sheep need some touching up. They don’t get a full bath but we scrub the feet and legs.
The Jacob sheep show was Friday morning. It was a relatively small show this year with three farms represented.
Nevertheless, I was pleased to win Champion Jacob ram with my ram lamb, Meridian Nash and…
…Reserve Champion Jacob ewe with my yearling ewe, Meridian Jean.
Black Sheep Gathering is a great place to see a variety of breeds of sheep.
My friends tried to talk me into bringing one of these BFL lambs home.
I don’t think that this yearling ram would have even fit in my truck.
There are great shopping opportunities in the vendor hall and in the barn. Dona shared her fabulous photos of wares for sale at BSG and the Eugene Farmers’ Market in the Meridian Jacobs Ravelry group here. I saw these in the vendor area:
By the way, I’m planning my second annual estate sale for sometime in August!
Seen in the parking lot.
Seen near the Farm Club chairs and spinning wheels. Dona and Mary said that they put on their 8th grade sleep-over hats for this shopping trip.
For us Black Sheep Gathering isn’t just about the sheep and the shopping and the food. It’s also about spending time with friends.
More photos in the next post.





















Another great way to waste time when using technology! But it’s better for you than drugs. The iPad app is called Kaleio and the iPhone one is Teleidoscope.
















But first I used cotton–the same 3/2 cotton as the scarves in the first photo. 










We started in the theater (aka garage) to watch a PowerPoint presentation about cochineal.









































I looked it up. Western Kingbird. I know my birder friends will tell me if I’m wrong.

…I saw this hawk being harassed by another bird.






This is Jenkinson Lake. There camping areas all around it and lots of people on this Memorial Day weekend. I had Ginny on the leash and she had a lot of lessons in good behavior when meeting kids, bikes, etc. Matt had told me that it was about 10 miles from their house, around the lake, and back. When I was standing here I though that maybe I’d do that instead of just an out-and-back walk. I would continue to the left in this photo, go around the dam in the center of the photo and back to their place.
After walking some more I came to this part of the lake and decided that maybe an around-the-lake walk wasn’t going to work for today. This is a finger of the lake that juts back up the valley and I would have to walk all the way around this part and the main part of the lake in the other photo. So I went a little further up the west side here and then turned around but took a higher trail back that avoided some of the crowds that were nearer the lake.
This is Ginny sitting on the dock. She didn’t seem to care that the ground under her was rocking.
That low growing shrub is mountain misery and here are some close-ups.
Mountain misery is unique to the western slope of the Sierras and there is a lot of it. It has a pungent oily sap and can play a role in preventing erosion to hillsides in the years following major fires. On the other hand those same deep far-reaching roots use up a lot of moisture and may prevent other plants from becoming established.
I don’t live in the mountains so don’t deal with it as a “weed” and I like the fragrance–it reminds me of the forest after a rain.
I came across a small area of striking yellow on a south facing slope. I didn’t identify these flowers but in their midst I found some…
…monkey flowers. At least I’m pretty sure they are Mimulus but I don’t know which species.What I noticed first about them were the seed pods.
What I noticed first about them were the seed pods.






Don’t tell Rusty and Maggie where we were. I feel guilty leaving them home. This was fun for Ginny and me and Ginny got about 6 miles of on-leash work on manners.