Monday’s Sheep Adventure started because someone had asked for help in selling Jacob sheep that his parents couldn’t take care of. I didn’t consider it a rescue operation although I didn’t know this person and I don’t need anymore sheep, at least sheep of unknown background, and I didn’t really have a plan for what to do with them other than try to sell them. When he called again last week things were a bit more desperate because his mom was in the hospital and the family had no clue of what to do with the sheep…other than to get someone else to deal with them. That’s when I said I’d get them.
Dona and Rick were up for the adventure but we didn’t know what to expect. What we found: Sheep that really are Jacob sheep–there are a lot out there that people think are Jacob because of horns or spots, but they are not; Sheep in relatively good health EXCEPT for in desperate need of shearing. So the Sheep Adventure turned into a Sheep Rescue of sorts.
Yesterday I took time to look at each sheep more closely. Now that I’m spending time with them, the group is kind of growing on me. “I don’t need more sheep. I don’t need more sheep. I don’t need more sheep….”
This is a ewe they called Athena.
I think that this is at least a 3-year fleece.
I love the markings on this ewe’s body. I don’t have any information about her.
This is a ewe they called Caliope. She is pretty wild.
A ewe called Dimitria. The wool is very pretty, but its as long as my elbow to my thumb.
Markela, one of the original ewes purchased by this family.
No idea about this ewe…
…or this one. Don’t you love her horns?
Paniota…
…and her fleece.
The lamb named Easter because that is when she was born.
New temporary quarters.
Stay tuned for a Shearing Day post.
Let’s not forget the rams. Tikes on the left and Costa on the right. I think they are yearlings.
After a rainy and overcast week the sunny day was a welcome change and the ranch was a beautiful place to spend the day.
The sheep were in pens when we got there.
We helped to move them toward the lane into the barn.
Most of the lambs were born much earlier but there were a few late lambs too.
The shearer works in the old barn where there are signs of what shearing would have been like in the “old days” when there would have been hundreds of sheep to shear in the day.
We brought each fleece to the skirting tables…
…and inspected them for strength, length, and VM (vegetable matter)
I ended up with 270 pounds of beautiful fleece.

We dragged it on a tarp over to the baler…
…where the shearer baled it.
This is our 270 pound bale in the truck. I am grateful to Farm Club members for helping out on this day. It not only made the work easier, but it was fun to spend time together.
Our fabulous shearer is John Sanchez. We started with the rams. This is Peyton, the new BFL. His fleece sold right away.
Next was the 2 year old lilac ram, Catalyst.
Here he is afterwards and…
…here is his fleece.
A staple of Catalyst’s fleece.
Catalyst’s son, Cayenne, after shearing. You can see what he looked like before shearing near the end of
One of the shearing day jobs is weighing and recording fleeces. Kathleen and Lisa did that job.
We had two skirting tables set up this year. Farm Club members skirted their fleeces and helped others skirt and sort.
I set up the GoPro for some shearing video. That will be coming later.
Roy and Gina worked in the sheep pen.
So did Deborah and Shelby. They all made sure that John never ran out of sheep.
Kathleen, Lisa, and Dona. Dona is our “official” Farm Club photographer because I’m always too busy to take photos on our Farm Days. She took some of the photos here.
This is what a fleece looks like when you take the coat off the sheep.
Here is that same fleece after shearing.
Locks from Jolene’s fleece.
Another beautiful fleece on the table.
Doris made Jacob sheep cookies for us.







































































This is Ginseng above and below.
This is Betty.
Esmerelda.
Lauren, one of last year’s lambs, almost a yearling. The yearlings look a lot skinnier than the older ewes with no wool.
Jillian, another yearling.
Jerry, a wether.
Isabelle









