Some photos from the beautiful Broadmoor Wildlife Sanctuary, home to gorgeous woodlands, fields, and marshes that feel a 100-miles away from the city.
There is still snow on the ground and a chill in the wind, but it is Spring in New England all the same. On Saturday, my family and I went for a walk in the Arboretum in search of signs of Spring. We visited Drumlin Farm on Sunday where the newborn lambs were a definite sign of Spring.
My son and I attended Woolapalooza today, Drumlin Farm’s celebration of all things pertaining to sheep. We saw one man working hard with the shears to remove the wool of many sheep quickly and skillfully. It was surprise that there wasn’t a team of people using electric shearing tools, but he got the job done (although we did see one sheep in the meadow with a big boo-boo from the shears). We were also impressed by the sheepdog demonstrations as a border collie expertly herded a small flock around the pasture. This made an impression since we recently watched Babe. The only pig at the farm was a large, pregnant sow named Hattie sleeping in the pig shed. There were many pregnant ewes as well as new-born lambs and kids. It was a fun day and made for some good photographs.
Last night we returned to Drumlin Farm for the Friday Evening Hayride. Farmer Caroline drove the tractor out to through the fields. Along the way Drumlin Farm educator Debbie taught us that we were in fact taking a strawride and that Drumlin Farm has been under cultivation for 250 years. Of course, around these parts I wondered “only 250 years?”
We stopped by a campfire to roast marshmallows and make s’mores. Then we sang “She’ll Be Comin’ Round the Drumlin” for Farmer Caroline and a song about a farm called “Muscle and Arm.” Then we heard a native American story about our special evening visitor, a screech owl!
A good time was had by all.