04/12/2026
It has been an extraordinary day.
We have made the decision to discontinue breeding our ewes. This marks the final year for lambing season. Instead, we will retain the remaining lambs and take pleasure in observing them graze, shearing days during the spring, and witness their excitement when they run towards the sound of grain in a bucket or surprise me by sniffing my hair as I pull weeds or rocks. We name each lamb, as we have developed a personal connection with them.
Our first bottle baby, Mitzi, is featured in my profile picture, and it is fitting that I have one last bottle ewe lamb, Trixie, to carry on the tradition.
I appreciate your understanding, but circumstances have changed. I have declined more offers than I anticipated because my heart is no longer invested in their process. I would personally advise against breeding large Valais rams with small Babydoll ewes, prioritizing color and spots over conformation, replacing lambs after predators have taken the next to last one, lying about interest for a free farm trip,or subjecting livestock to a petting zoo or daycare environment.
We have had the pleasure of working with buyers who have pursued their dreams of owning sheep, ranging from individuals who started flocks from Texas, to those who established a homestead in Snoqualmie, cared for wineries in California, and managed lavender fields in Washington.
Not an end, but a more focused, enjoyable and personal journey.
Time to check on the lambs in the barn - no cameras no phones - just the stars and a good flashlight. Lots of snoring, a little baa because they were startled, princess, the matriarch now after the passing of Mitzi years ago, gives me a big baaa as always. She knows I’m always checking.
