The Miracle Of Birth
Makes me nauseous. I am so glad I am not a mama-sheep, hungrily slurping off the afterbirth.
Whatsitsname just born
Cute little bugger, but I am squeamish. Stepping back and giving them some bonding-time is in order.
Okay, let's step back and avoid the ickies.
And there we have it, a clean lamb. So what am I supposed to do now? Look under the tail and see if we’ve got a boy or girl? Or can I go fire up the barbeque?
There, all clean. So tasty . . .
It’s been busy around here lately, which explains why the poor piggies have been neglected, photo-wise. Just in time for the swine flu outbreak, the girl-child’s 4-H group sent home piglets Monday evening.
MMM…this bucket tastes like bacon!!!
Our two have been behaving just like teenagers: Sleeping until noon, eating just to the point of bursting, making a mess of their house and eating the occasional turd. Oh, and a lot of sunbathing in the nude. They’ve doubled in size over the past three days.
Does this snout make me look fat?
