It is late winter/early spring here at White Pine Farm, and the winds are blowing. Rivers of air from the south bring warmth, liquid rain, sun and mud! From the north, especially the northwest, the winds bring back the cold of winter with air from the frigid northern interior of our continent. It’s as if the planet is breathing in and out, drawing in frigid air from the far northern outland, and breathing out warm air from the equatorial core of our earth. When I stand on an open, high spot on our little farm and watch the movement of the sky I can predict the weather pattern almost as well as the radar map, at least for a few hours. This powerful breathing in and out of the planet drives the epic journeys of the winged. Birds of all sizes and varieties ride the southern winds to their northern breeding grounds, traveling thousands (even tens of thousands) of miles in their biannual quests for resources.
Perhaps the most dramatic, or at least the most audible, avian journey is that of our North American geese. They fly over by the thousands when the winds come from the south (the reverse is true in the fall) and first announce their passing with the sound of a distant conversation. It can be confusing as I wonder who is chatting so vigorously over the next hill. However, it is soon clear that this is not a human conversation, but a discussion among traveling geese. Canada geese, disciplined birds flying in tight V formations, announce their presence with their distinct two note honking. Snow geese fly over in more random mobs, announcing their arrival with their single note bark reminiscent of a pack of boisterous dogs. This cannot be pointless conversation. The energy required to make their epic journeys does not allow for wasteful, pointless noise making. I am sure there are learned birders that can suggest themes for these traveling conversations, but I simply watch and listen as thousands of these extraordinary individuals pass over our little farm. Some days I will be working outside and realize I have been hearing geese in the skies almost non-stop all day, continuing into the hours of darkness.
This shepherd is usually outside working as spring slowly comes on. There are fences in need of repair, piles of manure and hay to move (garden mulch), and preparations for two of the biggest events in the shepherd’s year; shearing and lambing. Shearing happens every spring, but after a two-year hiatus we are expecting lambs this spring. We were fortunate in finding a magnificent Navajo Churro ram from another farm that spent a month with some our finest ladies. All signs suggest that Wilson (the ram) was quite successful with his breeding efforts. So come early May, when the grass is green and tall, we are anticipating new life on the farm. I will surely have some tales to tell as we enter the stressful and wonderful time of lambing. Please join me in a brief prayer to the universe that all goes well, as the first few moments of life are often the most challenging.
So, spring is coming, even though chaos, confusion, and madness swirl around us in the greater world. Yet here at White Pine Farm (our little patch of this good, green earth) wonders abound! You can contact us at ronlecain@gmail.com, and at our Etsy site https://www.etsy.com/shop/ChurroWool, or find us at the top of Snyder Hill just two miles up from the village of Brooktondale.