Can(t) Buy Me Love

The sheep are here. The chickens are settled in. The pigs are coming sometime this week, and the yaks come next week. I'm caught in an unending cycle of deciding not to name the animals, and then giving them silly nicknames when I'm out with them and deciding that they absolutely need names. I've been calling our ram Baby Daddy, and I just don't think that's a name that should be permanent. It might give him some kind of complex.
The sheep will need to be sheered sometime in the next couple weeks, and I'm pretty determined to learn how to spin my own wool from it. I imagine I'll be googling the shit out of that.
I have learned that you can basically google everything. Which is essentially all I do all day, "How to be a farmer" "When do you plant things?" "How to look after sheep" "Can chickens eat bananas?" "Do chickens like bananas?"
Those are all actual things that I have googled. Imagine if there were someone tasked with monitoring my google searches over the last year, I'm sure they would be just as confused as I am about when and how this change occurred. I went from googling "Fauxhawk braid tutorials" "Chanels lipstick release date" and other similar things to "Do chickens like bananas"
I think I'm finally beginning to win over the sheep, our boy comes and follows me around awaiting snacks, the girls are still a bit wary, especially the smaller one. Turns out you can buy love, from sheep at least. All it takes is a couple strawberries and some cucumber.
The dogs are hilarious with them, Rocky just seems to be confused as to why they look so weird so he is curious but keeps his distance, Bella of course just wants them to play with her. She got in the pen yesterday and immediately got charged by Baby Daddy, I was worried that he'd turn her into a kebab with those big horns of his, so I jumped in front. Looking back that likely wasn't the smartest thing to do, note to self, don't do it again. His horns aren't sharp so it didn't hurt as much as one would think, but it wasn't a pleasant experience. I suppose Bella wont learn until she gets a horn in her side too.

"Mom, what kind of dog is that?!?"

The man that came to deliver the sheep was so incredibly kind to me, he wasn't irritated that I didn't know the first thing about raising sheep, let alone how to help them lamb. He answered all of my ridiculous questions, offered a variety of tips on how to care for them and even offered to come out when it got close to lambing time to give me a hand. I think he's my first farm friend!

At this point I have more eggs than I know what to do with, so we're either going to have to start selling eggs or I'll have to start putting eggs in every single thing we eat.

My quest for endless joy in this new life has so far not been difficult, I've loved every minute of it despite my aching muscles and my body consistently screaming about going back to my previously fairly sedentary way of life. Turns out I'm stronger than I thought, I can put up a primitive fence, pitch bales and shovel poops no problem. I'm also so much happier than I thought I would be. Maybe endless joy isn't so much found in WHAT you do, but HOW you do it.