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Friday, June 9, 2017

Biscuit's Buddies!


You've seen this lamb before.  There's just a hint of a clue left to jog your memory.  Look at her right ear ;-).

There's a bit more to the rest of her story.  Getting her "on the ground" was a bit of a gamble.  Her mom was one of the grand dame ewes at Final Frontier Farm and while Kathy knew it was a risk, she thought/hoped the old ewe had one more lamb in her.  If she could just get a ewe lamb...and she did! She had a beautiful black ewe lamb.

Of course, not all fairy tales have a happy ending.  Momma put everything she had into the baby...and then didn't have enough milk.  Everyone pitched in to take care of the baby and things were looking good...and then we noticed the tell tale signs of a selenium deficiency.  Selenium is a killer - too much or too little.  Lamb care went into high gear.

She and her mom lived in the front of the lambing barn all spring.  They could come and go into the front yard, but mostly the lamb just stayed in the barn.  Momma would go out and graze around the parking area, keeping a close ear and eye on her lamb, and come back in to check her every few minutes.  She took the very best care of her that she could.

Other than worrying about her, I enjoyed having a bottle lamb to snorgle during breaks in lambing and barn work.  I fed her, held her, took some adorable pictures of her...  Watching momma monitor every single thing we did to her lamb was heartwarming.  She was a funny old ewe and I enjoyed her almost as much as the lamb.

There were a couple times we thought about putting her down.  She was one very sick little girl. She was also one very tough little girl and she never gave up.  When I decided I wanted a buddy for Biscuit, she was the top of my list.  And, having watched the two together, I knew I'd never want to split them up, so momma got to come, too :-).


And now Biscuit has a buddy (she's actually his half sister - they have the same dad :-) and a surrogate mom.  


Several folks have asked about Biscuit's collar.  It's for his leash ;-).  Being the helicopter mom that I am and with how much trouble he's had lately with his tummy (that seems to be in pretty good order now, thankfully!), I've taken to keeping his eating under very close watch.  

Biscuit will eat anything.  I started to wonder if his propensity to eat everything except good old grass was possibly due to being raised on goat milk (goats are notorious for eating anything ;-), but the black lamb was raised on goat milk as well and she's a good grazer.  She has a better mom. Hopefully she'll teach Biscuit.


They are off to a good start.  


"I guess this grass stuff isn't so bad..."


Right before he realized I was busy taking pictures and ran off to grab some probably poisonous pokeweed along the fence...and she followed him :-o.  That wasn't what I had in mind, kids.  Sigh...


This really is a funny old ewe.  One of my favorites.  She still watches that lamb like a hawk and still watches everything I do to her, whether feeding her a bottle or holding her for a vet check up. She didn't think twice when I offered her a cookie and when she took her first look around the paddock, she found the free ranging mint and I swear I heard her say "Hmmm, they even have a mojito garden here!"


She reminds me a bit of Boo.  Remember him?  As Saint Tim said, sometimes you do get to move to "a nice farm in the country" :-).

Speaking of dogs, Kate shouldn't be out there, but she keeps sneaking into the field when I'm in there :-/.  There is a gap in the gate and even though I told her to stay out, sitting out in the field together is sort of our thing and she is not to be denied. That's fine when you know the sheep are okay with that, but this ewe is very distrustful of border collies and made it clear from the start that she was not afraid to take Kate out!  

Kate seems to know that and has gone above and beyond to show her that while she must be obeyed, she'll be fair and can be trusted.  The lamb snuck out through the same gate when I was feeding two nights ago and Kate so, so gently and quietly and slooowly walked her back through. Mom watched the whole time with me in between (like that was really going to do any good if things went south :-o) and I think we all breathed a sigh of relief.  


Neither has a real name yet.  Grandma and "the crippled lamb" will not work ;-).  20's Uncle John has hooked me on the Tiffany Aching stories from the hugely popular (but nowhere on my radar) Discworld series.  I'm toying with Granny Weatherwax and Tiffany...but I really don't like the name Tiffany...even though it's perfect for a tough little brown eyed, brown haired girl.  

Mostly I'm mentioning the series to recommend them to anyone else who may not know about them. I haven't tried any of the Discworld books yet, but the offshoot Tiffany Aching series has this non-fantasy reader's interest piqued.  There are sheep and shepherding in the stories :-D.  And the writing is very good.  I've listened to two now and can't wait to start the third.  

In the nature of fairy tales, let's all hope this one does end up with a happy ending.  It still might not, so be prepared. I can't tell you not to get attached to anyone...because I know we all already are. We are not going to dwell on what could still go wrong and we will continue to do all we can to take the very best care we can, right?  Right.  

Now let's come up with some good names!


And enjoy having a new puzzle!  

You'll need to click on the image to get to the puzzle.  I think that worked okay for everyone last time, right?


Thursday, June 8, 2017

Biscuit's Beds

If you've been following along on Instagram or Twitter or Facebook (they all usually crosspost, but sometimes not the videos), you've already seen a few of Biscuit's beds.  Yesterday was an especially good bed day because he kept jumping up on a big bag of loose hay to nap.

He disappeared during evening chores last night and I found him here, under the skirting table, on yet another comfy bed.  I didn't have my phone with me or this would have been on Instagram as well.  Luckily I had the big camera tucked into the rest of the mess on the table.



He's sitting on a bag of skirting scraps.


I realize that those two pictures are pretty much the same, but his expression is slightly different so I included both.  I think it's kind of cute with all the sheets hanging down everywhere (we were cleaning out the loft for hay delivery and I didn't want any extra VM added to the fleeces :-o).  It looks like a tent fort.


"All the beds are mine ;-)."

Here is a recap of the highlights from yesterday in case you missed them.  And an oldie from the porch.  Sorry these are so big.  Not so computer savvy...


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This is his favorite porch bed :-).

Biscuit is feeling pretty darn good these days.  Whew!  He has some exciting news to share later today.  Well, hopefully later today.


Monday, June 5, 2017

Biscuit's Bowls


Because every good lamb has their own sheep bowl, right? :-D


And between Biscuit and Betsy, the wicker is sure getting a workout!


Saturday, June 3, 2017

A Picture Of My Cat


Because I can't get anything else to work well enough to post.  

Now, not only do I not have internet access on my desktop, I can't even get it to boot up so I can download camera pictures, transfer them to a pin drive, move them to the laptop, that I have powered by my cell phone, so I can upload them to my blog...

Biscuit looks good this morning.  He was great on Thursday, not quite as good Friday, but not as bad as Wednesday...  Maybe he's getting over the hump.  Now if Saint Tim can just fix my computer.  I have to live with the unusable albeit "unlimited" speed until the start of the next billing cycle.  Always read the fine print ;-).  

And have a great weekend!


Thursday, June 1, 2017

A Daisy For A Darling

Or a clover for a crazy sheep :-D.

Maisie showed up the other evening with a clover stuck to her back.  It was still there when Biscuit and I were back up at the barn later that night trying to walk off yet another tummy ache.  Biscuit's tummy, but at this point I'm so stressed out I'll probably be next.

I remember Maisie having so many problems (and not just tummy issues :-o) when she was a lamb. Biscuit was fine until I guess he got stressed during the fiber festival and then the selenium issue struck and now I'm finding myself saying "[He] just can't seem to put two good days in a row together" yet again.

I can only assume someone was grazing next to Maisie, picked up the clover, turned their head over her back and accidentally dropped it.  Maybe it wasn't an accident and she has a boyfriend or a secret admirer.  Or maybe a fairy put it there.  Regardless, a little welcomed flower magic.

One thing to note is Maisie is facing away from me in these pictures.  Well, in one she's not, but in that one she's looking up at me, not at my kneecaps getting ready to strike.  I have to own up to completely losing my cool with her a few weeks ago.

She was once again following me around the barn lot like an angry shark as I tried to talk to other sheep besides her.  I tried to diffuse the situation by ignoring her bad behavior, putting bigger sheep between us as a buffer and finally setting myself up for a quick exit before I got hurt.  

Wait a minute.  I work hard taking care of my family.  If I want to take a few minutes at the end of the day to visit with everyone, Maisie, that's my reward.  Being held hostage by a two foot tall terrorist (who working hard to take care of didn't even begin to cover it (if you don't know the Maisie story, it's worth reading back)) is...ridiculous.

I lost it.  

My first instinct was to fight fire with fire.  Do not get in a butting contest with a sheep, especially Maisie.  You will not win.  I quickly figured that one out ;-).  I changed my strategy to scaring the heck out of her and chasing her into the barn, away from me.

Stomping my feet and clapping my hands, I shouted "I have had it with you, Maisie!  You get your [butt] in that barn and stay there!  You get away from me!"  And she beat it into the barn, turned around, and if a sheep could drop their jaw, she'd have done it.  For once in her life, she was speechless.

I knew that mostly I'd just made myself feel better.  Maisie having a conscience and learning anything was not really how things worked in the real world.  I was wrong.  The next morning she was waiting for me at the back gate, which is normal, but with a completely different look on her face.

"Hi momma :-).  Are you still mad at me?  I'm going to try really hard to be a good girl from now on.  See how good I am?" 

And she has!  She calmly walks up to me in the evenings, stands next to me waiting patiently for her tummy rub (I think she still has some tummy issues), lets me leave her to go talk to other sheep, no head shaking, foot stomping, teeth chomping...  

While we are not ready to eliminate "Stay away from the sheep with a tail" from our farm safety warning or sign Maisie up for the Hug a Sheep pen, I can happily say if there was a sheep out there who has earned her own flower, it's "the little darling" :-).



"I have a flower!"


"Quit taking pictures and rub my tummy!"

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