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“cull (kul) – something picked out for rejection as not being up to standard” from Webster’s New World Dictionary

Ask any person in agriculture the job they like the least and, if they are involved in livestock farming, they will tell you that culling their animals is the least liked job. If they mention something else, they’re lying. Anyone raising animals, even for meat production, hates the job of culling. Even if you don’t mean to, you get to know the animals in your charge whether you have four, or a hundred. As wonderful as it is to see lambs (or calves, chicks, ducklings, foals, etc.)born and to feel excited about all the potential their lives will unfold, the flip-side of that same coin is the fact that some animals are not up to par for passing on genetics. They shouldn’t be bred.
With economic times as they are we livestock people can only keep the best of our animals for breeding. As much as all are loved and cared for we have to make very hard decisions. So it was with me this past week.

Two of my charges left this morning. Both are destined for someones table. A reality. Neither would have made the grade for breeding. Good temperment or fleece aside, both had to go. A family who were out last week looking at electric spinning equipment asked me if I had any lambs for the freezer. They were so kind about asking and apologized for even bringing it up before I could answer saying they understood how attached shepherds become to their flocks. And they asked with the utmost respect. Yes, I answered, “I have two ram lambs that really need to go in someones freezer.” My soul told my voice to shut up, but my brain allowed the words to be voiced. Reality. They did have to go.
In these days of $20 a bale hay I cannot afford to keep extra mouths to feed. Each individual must pull their weight or go somewhere else. I don’t have acres and acres to stockpile extra sheep and so must keep the best for breeding. And I’m full-up in the wether/fiber pet area as well.

And the ram lambs bear the brunt of this. Ewes usually go on to other farms or fiber-flocks where they will have a grand life. One of my young ewes is going on to a fiber flock soon. While she has the most beautiful fleece and temperment, her tail is just too long to allow her to produce registerable shetlands. I don’t have the room plus I already have fleeces of that color in the flock now, so she’ll go on and be loved by the family who wants her.
The boys face another lot in life. By virtue of their sex alone they become replaceable. Many rams are born but only the very best should be allowed to continue on. That’s a hard burden to bear for anyone, but truth nonetheless. I don’t need them all. One good ram can take care of a whole lotta ewes.

So, two of my boys who had bad horns (all breeders get this occasionally with horned sheep breeds…and if they say they don’t…well, you know the rest)…horns that turned down and inward. If they were in the wild these horns would eventually cull the animal themselves. I said goodbye to the two and told them they would serve in other ways. I know they will be butchered with great respect and nothing will be wasted. I can’t complain about lambs being butchered as I love to eat lamb myself. This is where it comes from. A fact of life. Meat does not grow in packages out of thin air. It comes from people producing animals for the table specifically, or someone culling their herd. Like me.

After saying goodbye to the two who left I went in to feed the four remaining lambs. All four of them are breeding quality with great horns and sound structure. As it was a “Ram Year” last year and most breeders I know have an abundance of ram lambs, some of these guys may still end up in a freezer. In this economy I can’t complain about any one of my animals feeding a family. In fact, one may end up in my freezer too.

But I can still give them the respect they deserve…and if it becomes fate that they end up in my freezer, I will thank them for giving me strength. I ate my pet sheep way back when I was college-aged. She was the only one left and my cousins were butchering one of theirs, asking my grandmother if they could “do it” for her. As I was away to college and she didn’t want to be left with one sheep, she agreed. That Christmas my grandmother, Mom and I had Leg o’Bessie for dinner. And I thanked the old ewe as we said Grace…

Dad had a steak.

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{We’ve had a few nice days here in the High Country, so I have been doing things outside and around the house that needed attention (instead of being in front of a computer). Here are just a few pictures I snapped last week:}

Sheep Thrills Trooper! Trooper is going to be a musket (greyed brown) ram. He and all his brothers will be for sale when they get a bit older.

Introductions to Dad Skittles are in order. Every one of the ewes did this – they made sure the Ole Man got to see his offsprings.

Then there’s always Sheep Thrills Shaun for a little excitement around the barnyard. Shaun loves the taste of this upright honeysuckle. OK, Shaun…you just wait ’til you get a mouthful of bees when it blooms! Don’t you come cryin’ to me then!

And the proud Pop, Bluff Country Skittles. Gee, Skit…I dunno…it looks like everyone of them might pass muster this year. It looks like they all may be good looking rams for flocks of their own.

Skit? What the heck are you grinning about? As if I didn’t know…

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