Life on the Farm With the ‘Funny Name’

Janice Bryant of Kaukiki Farm checks on her rams at her 72-acre farm.
Janice Bryant of Kaukiki Farm checks on her rams at her 72-acre farm.
Kaukiki Farm bales their hay in the summer to help feed their sheep through the winter.
Kaukiki Farm bales their hay in the summer to help feed their sheep through the winter.

Janice Bryant’s day starts earlier than most people — waking up at 4 a.m., fixing a cup of tea and then off to the shed where Kaukiki Farm’s all-terrain vehicle is kept.

“It is our normal,” she said of her early mornings. “Six is definitely sleeping in.”

This is life on a farm and a choice for this family of four. Bryant and her husband Warwick bought this 70-acre property along the Key Peninsula Highway in 2007 to give their two boys — Mac, 10 and Jackson, 8 — a childhood much like their own. Janice grew up on a farm in Glenwood, Iowa, and Warwick on his family’s sheep station near Taihape (pronounced tie-happy), New Zealand.

“We did this for the kids,” Warwick said. “It is a lifestyle that allows them the freedom to explore their world. The same way I did growing up.”

Although Kaukiki Farm is a working farm, “we could never make a living doing what we do here,” he said. He owns a business building fences and Janice works at the Puget Sound Naval Shipyard as an electrical engineer. The farm is strictly a lifestyle choice.

“This is not a flash in the pan,” he said. “I believe in this way of life. It is a work ethic.”

Warwick Bryant bales hay on the front pasture of Kaukiki Farm.
Warwick Bryant bales hay on the front pasture of Kaukiki Farm.
Living on a farm affords the Bryants the chance to teach their boys the value of hard work. Jackson, 8, helps his mother with breakfast.
Living on a farm affords the Bryants the chance to teach their boys the value of hard work. Jackson, 8, helps his mother with breakfast.

Ultimately it is giving their boys the experience and education that only life on a farm can give them, he said.

“It is for the kids,” Janice said, echoing her husband’s reason for buying the farm.

As if on cue, Mac sticks his head through the kitchen door handing his mother an egg. He had just gone down to the chicken coop to collect the morning’s batch of eggs while his brother Jackson was helping with the pancake batter.

Breakfast was sausage, pancakes, eggs and sliced strawberry. The sausage, Janice explains, is from their hogs Big Fatty and Little Pink. Everything on this farm “with the funny name” seem to get used.

She said it was her suggestion to call the farm Kaukiki. It is the name of the tallest hill on Warwick’s family farm in New Zealand.

“I just wanted (Warwick) to have a piece of his legacy here,” she said. “To recapture a little of what he had” as a boy growing up on a farm in New Zealand.

It is a legacy of hard work. And on this farm on the Key Peninsula there are plenty of chores to do daily.

Janice's day starts earlier than most, as she makes her rounds to check on her animals.
Janice’s day starts earlier than most, as she makes her rounds to check on her animals.

Long before the sun rises, Janice drives the John Deere Gator down a sloping dirt road to the barn — where the ewes and lamb are kept. In the darkness you can just make out the outline of a fence as the Gator approaches a white wooden rectangular building with a red metal roof. A barking farm dog is hushed with a terse command: “That’ll do!”

Through heavy wooden doors, past the pen keeping the llama and lining the back wall are six stalls bedded with straw. This is where the ewes and newly born lamb are kept. Under bright heat lamps, the lamb lie next to their mothers — singles, doubles and even the rare triplets.

Janice talks about her animals as if talking about family.

“Lamb check is the first thing I do,” she said as she checks water buckets hanging from hooks on the stalls’ wooden fence. She cares for them as if they were her own. “See how that ewe is nudging that lamb. She is waking them up.”

One of Janice's stops is to feed the horses.
One of Janice’s stops is to feed the horses.
The 74-acre farm is named after the tallest hill, Kaukiki, on the sheep station Warwick Bryant grew up on in New Zealand.
The 74-acre farm is named after the tallest hill, Kaukiki, on the sheep station Warwick Bryant grew up on in New Zealand.
Kaukiki Farm is one of many farms along the Key Peninsula Highway.
Kaukiki Farm is one of many farms along the Key Peninsula Highway.

With her large Christmas mug of hot tea in one hand, Janice deftly moves around the dark barn checking on everyone inside. Kaukiki Farm has about 50 heads of sheep, and during lambing season that number can double.

“See that lamb with black spots? We call that lamb-o-flage,” she said smiling. “It makes it harder for predators to spot them.” She explains that the lamb’s black fleece eventually turns white as they get older.

Then it was time to walk outside and check on the ewes still waiting to deliver their lamb.

Sheep mate in the fall, according to Janice, so their young can be born in the spring — a process called lambing. The trick, she said, is to get the ewes pregnant in the fall at roughly the same time ensuring their lambs will arrive around the same period in the spring.

This is where Jojo, the teaser ram, comes in. He struts around and gets the 36 ewes at Kaukiki Farm in heat, Janice said. Jojo is a sterile but good-looking ram and his only job is to get all the girls excited.

“He would walk around, stiffen one hind leg and curl up his upper lip,” she said. Apparently this drives all the ewes mad with passion.

Enter Chunkamuffin, who is the stud of these pastures. According to Janice he has a big job: impregnating all 36 ewes while they are still in heat.

“Chunka knows what happens when the harness comes on,” she said. “He knows he’s got a good life.”

And so goes life on the farm. “Sheep sex talk before 7 a.m.,” she said laughing. “You gotta love it.”

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