No sheep in the barn yard.
Ma's Ray grew up raising pigs and ever since they came for a weekend back in January and never left, he has been wanting to get a couple of oinkers.
So the reinvigorated old West Virginia farm boy did just that.
And once he is settled in with the swine, he promises to learn what he can about sheep and help me to farm some fiber. Ray is the best.
I will however, ignore his stories of how his family always had a milk cow when he was growing up.
At least I will try.