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(Hi this is Cheryl writing .) We have only been talking about setting this up for the last ten years or so. Reminds me of Pink Floyd's song lyrics, "ten years have come and gone, you missed the starting gun." Anyway here we are. We raise a small flock of Jacob sheep. These are spotted sheep with horns which the neighbor boys used to call goats. Each spring we shear them (by we I mean Mike, Dennis, Chad or Jair --- I just stand by in case someone needs a nurse). We send the wool to a family operated mill to be made into blankets and yarn which we sell. We used to have chickens but the hawks and coons and dogs have gotten them all --- maybe next spring -- although it seems we've been saying that for a while too. I grew up a town girl and would have never tried farming without having other people involved. Dennis says each year we could raise sheep or we could flush a hundred dollars down the toilet. It's a toss up. But there is something good to seeing their hard marble eyes and hearing them bleat in the mornings and watching them roam the field. But lately they've been getting out into the woods. Mike thinks they're eating acorns and that can't be good for them, can it? Well yesterday we locked them into the upper pasture by the barn for the winter. I hope we remember to fix that fence before we let them out in the spring.