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No more bottle baby.

The season of the bottle baby has ended. Today, Prince received his last bottle. At 67 days old, he has become a man, errrr, ram. In April, we knew nothing about raising a lamb. And now, just look at us. We have a little, very needy, horribly socialized little sheep that runs around the field with alpacas while shunning the other lambs. But he’s our little crazy baby.

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Luck for us all, he has a little friend. Our surprise lamb, Gaston, has taken a liking to Prince. Mind you, Prince could care less. Sure he’s happy to run around the field with lil’ Gaston, but never does he search him out. He’d much rather chew on the grabs at the fence line, contemplating life or, rather, why grass is green. He’s very philosophical. For a sheep.

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We wish you luck in the barnyard baby Prince. No matter how crazy you get, you’ll always have a home at Orchard House. Just don’t start head-butting people. I really hate it when rams do that.

 

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Raising Babies.

We’re coming to the close of “baby” season on the farm. The lambs are growing up, the chicks are slowly adding the “en” to their name and seedling have started growing adult leaves on their epicotyl. It’s a reminder that while times are continually changing, much remains the same. Every spring we have lambs, raise chicks and plant seeds. But each year is different, adding new animals with their own personalities and experimenting with different plants (many of which succumb to my inability to grow seeds properly).

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And so we’re standing at the starting line of summer. Our babies will be grown. Some will remain on the farm and some will move on to greener pastures. Priorities will change. No longer will we be worried about feedings and growth, but on maintenance. And there will be unbearable heat to deal with. Llamas will be sprayed down with the hose, and the peacocks will continue to be weary of the sprinkler invading their space. And the lambs will have horns. The chickens might start laying. But we’re used to it as we’ve played out these seasons for years now. And while each one holds onto its own character, the plot remains the same.

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Bye Bye Baby (ram).

Today we said goodbye to our “Baby” ram. The first born on our farm, he held a special place in my heart. Born 2 years ago, he has since grown aggressive. Maybe I didn’t buy him enough Power Ranger action figures or send him to the right pre-school when he was younger, but he became hateful. Feeding and loving your other animals can become difficult when one continuously tries to head-butt you and kill you at every chance. And so, today, Baby left the farm.

Photo1He’s headed to a farm where he will protect a barn from marauding Amish teenagers. I didn’t know the Amish could be so meddlesome, but I have learned otherwise. So perhaps  Baby had found his perfect life – attacking 16-year-olds who have never watched an episode of Arrested Development. But, nonetheless, he is gone. This is his last picture, and I would be lying if I didn’t say a tear or two was shed as he left.

With 9 rams on the farm, we are down to 8. More teary moments lie ahead. All we can do is try to find them the best homes possible and wish them luck on their journey. We live on a farm, and as such, we’ve must accept the reality of our life. No matter how difficult it can be.

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Chasing Umami (A Guests’ Blog)

We’d like to send out a big thank you to former guest Christopher for writing about Orchard House on his blog.

On a more personal note, not only were we warmly welcomed as a gay couple (one would expect as much from a gay owned establishment, but nice nonetheless) but we also got some of the best sleep of our lives. The cozy room was warm enough to keep out the Ohio chill, all potential ambient light blocked out by heavy curtains, and the mattress was so perfectly firm we almost took the sheets off to check the brand.

If we could have spent the entire weekend at the Orchard House we would have, but we had to get out and explore Columbus eventually.

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Bottle Baby.

If you’re thinking of raising a lamb in your kitchen, reconsider. Sure they’re cute, and they follow you around like a puppy, but they’re kinda messy and they bah a lot. Really, come to think of it, how chic would it be to walk down the street with a little lamb following you?! Could that be the next big thing? Perhaps, but I digress.

This has certainly been a learning experience. And by Day 5, I think I’ve got the hang of it. Today, we (meaning baby Prince and I) visited the pasture to say hello to the other lambs, the llamas and anyone else who might be interested. It went well. So I count the days until he can officially join them outside. I guess I still have to research when that can happen. We’ll add it to the list of things to do.

If you’re interested in following baby Prince and his progress, follow us on our Facebook page. A new picture is posted every day!Photo1

 

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