July 31, 2015

Chocolate Welsh Mountain Sheep - rare breed indeed!

Chocolate Welsh Mountain ram lamb Newland Chaz Brown with Black Welsh Mountain ewe lamb.
You are looking at one of the newest sheep breeds in North America and possible the only one born this year. Color anomilies have occurred over the last decade in the Black Welsh Mountain sheep flocks of Canada and U.S. In late 2013 two new breeds were registered - the White Welsh Mountain and Chocolate Welsh Mountain.

At time of printing the Official American Black Welsh Flock Book there were 9 registered Chocolate Welsh, represented by 4 males and 5 females. Of those 9 sheep, only one is in Canada,  a ram born here in 2011at Newland Ranch - Newland Charlie Brown. He was the flock sire for our 2015 breeding season. Many black lambs were born, which seems to be the norm. However late in this lambing season, a little brown ram lamb was born - Newland Chaz Brown.

Newland Charlie Brown with a Black Welsh Mountain ewe.

April 29, 2015

Before and After Shearing

Out looking for early spring grass, sporting their new haircuts.

Sheep had to be inside, as a snowstorm blew through the night before the shearing.

January 25, 2015

Island of Sheep

Unseasonally mild weather is flooding low areas.
A group of young ewes enjoy the sun but don't want to walk in water!

December 21, 2014

WHEN THE YEAR GROWS OLD by Edna St. Vincent Millay

I cannot but remember 
 "She had a look about her that I wish I could forget..."
  When the year grows old—
  How she disliked the cold!
She used to watch the swallows
  Go down across the sky,
And turn from the window  
  With a little sharp sigh.
And often when the brown leaves
  Were brittle on the ground,
And the wind in the chimney 
  Made a melancholy sound,
She had a look about her that I wish I could forget—
The look of a scared thing sitting in a net!
Oh, beautiful at nightfall the soft spitting snow!
And beautiful the bare boughs rubbing to and fro!
But the roaring of the fire,  and the warmth of fur,
And the boiling of the kettle were beautiful to her!
I cannot but remember when the year grows old—
October—November—  How she disliked the cold!
by Edna St. Vincent Millay