Friday, April 18, 2008

A Wee Stretch of the Legs

This afternoon, wind or not, I decided that the two ewes who have lambed had the look I get when I've not been to town for a couple of weeks. You know the one. The look that says "If I don't go outta here, I'm going to go crazy just talking to kids!" We have had more winds this spring than I care to think about. Springs here used to be such a nice season. Not any more. They have fallen to the bottom of my list in my favorite season ratings. At least with winter you know you'll have cold, bitterness, winds, chills. This spring has just teased us enough to give us a promise of nice days, then slapped our faces with both sustained winds and terrible gusts (50 mph).
But the moms needed to get out and stretch their legs...if only for an hour.

Above you see our resident lamb-sexer checking twice to make sure a ewe didn't slip past in the excitement of freshly birthed lambs. Nope. He's still a boy, darn it.

Now, I say that with reservation. The Husband-and-Supporter of The Shepherd was just delighted to see this little spot-headed lamb. He uttered those dreaded words, "He's a keeper!" quickly as if they lingered a bit too long in the air they would be shot down by The Shepherd. I just stared back in reply, mumbling "We'll see." in as glum a manner as I could without totally crushing his exuberance at seeing this lamb with the painted head

Above is Lacey with her new little family. She is such a good mother. At first I had both the girls with all their lambs out together. Soon, I noticed that Amanda (below) had taken her boys to explore their Dad's pen. She introduced them to the Tire-Toy, specifically mentioning not to touch it.

All in all, a good time was had by all. All, that is, except The Shepherd who by this time had a whopping migraine headache and was looking forward to 6 ibuprofen and a Coke. No one complained at going back into the barn, away from the wind and the dropping temperatures that hit us in late afternoon. Tonight we're supposed to get to 17 F, with more wind. I made sure the shutters were closed on the barn and a board placed across the moor to block an icy winds from chilling anyone.
It was then I noticed that the wethers and Skittles were standing at the fenceline watching the little ones cavort around. As I looked around I saw that the two first-time-expecting ewes had lined their fence trying to get close to these little bundles of energy. You could see a look of amazement on their faces. Soon, they too will have bundles of energy of their own.

On your toes, boys and arrivals mean serious decisions need to be made as to who stays...and who has to have a new home!

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Sharrie said...

Oh, if we could only just keep all of them. I was only expecting three ewes to give birth. Probably only two settled. One gave me a ram and a stillborn ewe. I really wanted a ewe out of that line. Good luck with the weather. Here in WI we understand your prblem. Is your Skittles from Nancy K? My ewe that didn't settle is a daughter of his. My photographer tends to take that bending over picture from a different angle. Sorry about the long comment.

~~Sittin.n.Spinnin said...

I have done the double check, you can just never be sure what you saw, especially if you wanted something else ;-)
I hear you may be attending BSG this year!?! If you are, and Michelle is, I may just have to tick my DH off and go anyway! I would love to meet you and I had so much fun last year! It really is a blast!

Sharrie said...

I am about 45 miles from the the Mississippi and LaCrosse where Nancy works. Right now I can hardly believe that anyone would miss WI.

Michelle at Boulderneigh said...

Fun to watch others' lambs grow, along with my own. While I can feel that mine are starting to sprout a wee bit of growth from their horn patches, nothing is visible sticking up above hair/wool line like Amanda's boy. I do think they may have both inherited a poll gene....

Let's say it together for the next four (combined) to lamb: GIRLS, GIRLS, GIRLS, GIRLS!

Leigh said...

He looks like a keeper to me too. But then, they all look like keepers. I don't reckon I'd make a good shepherd. ;)

Val said...

I can quite understand the shepherds supporter saying "He's a keeper" he sure looks cute. I'm glad its you that has to make the decisions on things like that not me

Becky Utecht said...

I loved your double checking photo, Kathy. I've been doing a lot of that myself the past few days and it's a good thing too. Yesterday morning I thought a one was a girl for about an hour until re-checking, DARN how did I miss that little package! Wishful thinking I guess.
BTW, Skittles is looking very impressive. His horns are huge.

Sharon said...

I got a nice laugh from sexing the sheep. My mother raised rabbits commercially - that was her job when I was growing up, but that's another story. I can remember her sexing her rabbits. It makes sense in animal husbandry - it's sad to see it in third world cultures. You - me - us - we are very lucky, just by birth lottery.

Lauren said...

Even the weather down here has been odd, hot one day and downright chilly the next. And the winds have been awful! Every piece of patio furniture on the rooftop deck is on its side and someone's trash has managed to blow into our yard and got stuck on the cacti. I'm not looking forward to summer, mind you, but some stability would be welcome.

BTW, I love the snow-capped ram lamb. I'm with hubby! (But I know how hard to decision-making process is as we're there right now).

Franna said...

Hah! The eternal optimist. Somehow that unfilled little sack of skin and wool had to be an illusion! (Said by someone who knows that exact hope....)
- Franna