Like A Book

We built a temporary quarantine chute for Ewenice and Renny to use to travel in and out from the barn to the little lamb lot during the day while the main flock is out in the front field.

Miss Ewenice is never at a loss for words.

I'm going in the barn to take a nap.



What? You're not ready to go in?



Seriously?



She doesn't want to go inside yet.



Sigh.



I just really wanted to go in and take a nap.

Ewenice is doing a great job taking care of Renny. They are really quite cute together.

Sunday Stills - High Tech, Low Tech

This will be a true challenge so pay attention to the parameters. The picture must contain one old school item next to a new high tech item, for instance a dial phone next to a cell phone. So lets see how ya’ll think and good luck… :-).

Speaking of good luck! I read the new challenge last Sunday and couldn't believe my good fortune. My electric Hansen miniSpinner was on it's way, set to arrive Tuesday.



I hated having to wait until Sunday to post pictures. It was killing me. What would I have to fill a half a week's blog space while I waiting (mostly) patiently for Sunday? Enter Renny.

The poor Hansen miniSpinner. Trumped by an inspirational sheep story.

Renny looked good this morning. She's up and about eating hay and pushed Ewenice out of her way to get outside when we opened the door. She's curious about us, but leery. I don't blame her though with all she's been through. I do think she knows we are trying to help her, but at this point she "ain't gonna eat none of your stinkin cookies". We'll see how long that lasts ;-).



Renny, small and mighty. Hansen mS, small and mighty as well and almost as cute. I can carry it and a whole lot of other stuff with one hand. The antique Great Wheel in the background requires two people to move. If you look closely you can see some spun yarn on both machines.



In addition, the miniSpinner is equipped with a WooLee Winder. That's the plastic gear driven mechanism that moves the ring on the black arm back and forth to wind the spun yarn around the bobbin evenly.

Like a true slog I can sit on the couch and spin with the mS. The Great Wheel, also known as a Walking Wheel, requires...walking. Both are fine, hard working tools.

For more Sunday Stills...

Renny

There was an email in my inbox this morning from Saint Tim. A list of possible names he thought might be good for the little ewe. One in particular got my attention. Renny - a Gaelic name meaning small and mighty. Yep. Reason #4857302 we call him Saint Tim.



The sun came out this afternoon and I decided to see if Renny would like to go outside for a bit. I sat with her in the lamb pen - she was very nervous about Hank - and she soon settled down and started grazing.



Hank watched her closely (and slept outside her door last night - Saint Hank?).



Sheep are flock animals and prefer to have a buddy. Miss Ewenice has gotten so wobbly herself that I decided they'd be a perfect match.



And they were.

If There Was Ever A Sheep That Deserved A Hug

It's been a rough day for me. Nowhere near as rough as this poor sheep has endured though. Nowhere near as rough as for the vet that spent almost two hours working on her this afternoon and the kind animal control and rescue folks from another county that have been fighting for her for the last several days.

I'm not going to post any details. They are so horrible you don't want to see, hear or read about it. I will take care of her wounds, but won't take any pictures of them. Even if she miraculously pulls through I won't ever want to go back and look at them. I'm sure of that.

In the meantime, she is here. I don't know what breed she is, how old she is, what her name is. I do know that she's the bravest, toughest, strongest willed sheep I've ever known and as soon as I heard her story I wanted to try to help.

So send up your prayers. She needs them. I could probably use a few myself.

Added this morning: Mostly we need prayers. This is not going to be an easy road. For either of us. Louanne, Keebler's buddy from the vet clinic, is coming out tonight to help me doctor on her. That's a huge help.

In the meantime, I would ask anyone who feels the need to go look it up - and I strongly advise not to - it will break your heart - to not leave comments anywhere, here or there, that would allow anyone to figure out who and where she (the sheep) is.

The humane society folks from her county could, as always, use some help. If anyone would like to send them a donation, please contact me privately.

Thank you so very much for all your kind words and support. It matters.

"Oh, The Bad News Keeps On Coming!" *

Why oh why didn't I start my Christmas gifts earlier...



* This is one of our favorite Simpson's quotes. I can't find it anywhere to link (!). You can find anything on google. Have we lost our minds?

Oh, the bad news keeps on coming!