On a frigid, but sunny, January evening we had our first set of triplets born on the farm. The next day the Seahawks won the Superbowl against the Denver Broncos. We normally give our new lambs a name that has the first letter as their mother. So Ruth’s babies became Richard Sherman, Russell Wilson and Rose.
We are happy to provide healthy, grass fed lamb to our community and are proud to be IGFC members. However, slaughter day is never easy emotionally, despite the amazing respect and skill of the mobile slaughter unit crew. Rose will be added to our flock of breeding ewes this year, but some of the ram lambs were taken to slaughter this week.
Coincidentally, the Seattle Seahawks are up against the Denver Broncos this Sunday for the first time since the big game earlier this year when our lambing season began. I will confess that I am not a huge football fan or a superstitious one at that, but I appreciate that our “12th lambs” are in synch with the yearly cycles of food, fall and football. It is a good measure of time passing and a sign that we are doing something right. Many thanks to all of our lamb customers. I can’t believe that we are almost at the end of September!
Coming full circle as well this week was my favorite poem “Digging” by Seamus Heaney. I had the opportunity to read this Thursday night at the second Seattle’s Favorite Poems event at Town Hall, hosted by Robert Pinsky. The first event was held 15 years ago and was the first public event at Town Hall.
What I first loved about this poem when I read it in college was how Heaney talked about and respected his father and their differences in vocation. Now, living in the Skagit Valley and surrounded on three sides by potato fields, I have a deep appreciation for how he writes about both the land and the work of farming. Heaney passed away last year, but has become one of my favorite writers! I hope you enjoy this poem as much as I do. The favorite poem event was recorded by KUOW and I hope to share that with you as well when it becomes available.
Savor these last days of summer, fall is coming around next week! Dean and Fran raced me home last night so we could catch the last bit of sunset after a long harvesting day.