First Pickup

If you grew up in or go to small town or rural America, you know that the farmers gather in the local diner for breakfast.
  Hopefully there is always some laughter but usually in between the jokes is the complaining.  And most of the complaining is about the weather.  I'm not in a diner and I had breakfast hours ago but here goes.
Nope; I'm not going to do it.
Too much good stuff happening to complain about  a little 90 degree muggy weather at the end of May.  One of the silver linings of my being ill this winter(Jim not Linda) is the friends that have come out of the woodwork to help us.  Saturday about 2:PM two friends showed up to shear our sheep.This should have been done at least a month ago but I couldn't do it this year so it got postponed.  It was the hottest part of the day on the hottest day of the year but man, I wasn't about to turn them away.  We set up fans, got the water cooler and Sam went to town.  Everybody but me was panting when it was over(they wouldn't let me help at all).  Boy did the sheep look happier today.  Speaking of sheep, we acquired a new herd ram Saturday morning.  He's only 4 weeks old and his mama died giving birth to his brother so he's a bottle baby.  The kids can meet him and maybe feed him at the pickups.
Oh yeah, that's what I was supposed to be talking about here, the pickups.  The first one is this week.  Wednesday and Thursday between 4:00-7:00pm.  The first few may be somewhat sporadic.  One of the worst casualties of the wet, wet spring was the ability to secession plant crops to ensure a steady weekly harvest.  We're getting caught up but the timing on the early plantings are off.

See you this week!