I made a quick decision this week that Future Rod is probably going to be mad about.
Again.
It started with a text from my son on Monday.
“Hey… do you want a ewe and two newborn lambs from a neighbour?”
Now, I wasn’t really in the market for random ewes.
And I definitely wasn’t looking to nurse along some struggling lambs that weren’t even supposed to be my problem. So my first reaction was a polite, mental nope.
Then the price came up.
Free.
Well… that changes things.
All of a sudden I was typing back things like, “Where do I need to be?” and “What time?”
Funny how fast logic adjusts itself when the price hits zero.
Later that evening, Anne and I hopped in the truck and headed over to Jeremy’s place. Not even ten minutes down the road. We’d always known they had sheep — even before us — but somehow we’d never really met properly or seen their operation.
Ezdon had warned me earlier that day.
Apparently Jeremy had been quietly preparing a sales pitch for his whole flock for months.
The ewe and lambs?
Just the opener.
By the time Anne and I left that night — ewe and lambs in tow — we’d shaken hands on buying the entire flock. How many sheep? Forty or fifty maybe… and a few rams. Honestly, I’m still not totally sure.
Wednesday morning, Ezdon, Jeremy, and I hauled them over. Three trips later, the barn that had been a little too quiet suddenly wasn’t.
And that’s when it hit me.
We’d had a bit of a gap lately.
Missed breeding in July, which meant no new lambs showing up in December.
Things felt… slower than usual.
And for some reason, every time there’s a space like that in my life — a pause, a lull, a breather — something always seems to rush in and fill it.
Not gently either.
Right now, those sheep are settling in with their new friends. No big plans yet. No firm decisions made. Just letting things calm down before we give them all a proper look and figure out what comes next.
Will this turn out to be a great move?
Maybe.
Will Future Rod shake his head and mutter something like, “What was I thinking?”
Also very possible.
But for now, that little space in time is filled again.
And somehow… it always is.
Farmer Rod