They just keep popping out . . . Continue reading
This past week brought us two new lambs, one from Bonnie-Bell and one from Vally. The first is a tiny little ram lamb, seen in the following pictures with some other nosy little lamb (whose name, or at least lineage, I’d tell you if I could remember it at the moment). For now, we are calling him Patrick Cabbage. Continue reading
I promised some lamb videos a few days (weeks?) ago, and never followed through. Here it is, finally. I want to edit it down a bit, but that requires too much effort for a sunny Saturday morning where I still have to finish stretching and walk to the beach. Enjoy. Or not. Continue reading
We had two new lambs hanging out in the pasture yesterday morning. One looks like he was born the night before, and the other that morning. Like their mothers, their personalities are quite different.
The little boy has a very friendly mom, always coming up to demand treats when we are out there. Her little lamb stood on my boots while we fed them, and let me pet him.
Lambs are just popping out all over these days: Two in January, one at the beginning of this month, and two last night/this morning. Pictures coming in the next day or so . . .
My stomach thanks this one for being born early this morning.
We’re still waiting on a name for the last one, so obviously this one is also nameless for now. Good news on the name front, though: Jennie’s decided that the Scottish Gaelic translation of Baa Ram Ewe was too long, so now we’re Gaoth Allamaugh Farms or Gaoth Maugh Farms, depending on whether we want to be Windy Wild Field Farms or just Windy Field Farms. I was shooting for Desolate Hellhole Farms, but Jennie’s opposed to that one for some reason. And for anyone who wants to be able to pronounce it, those woud be either Gway Allaway or Gway Way Farms, in good ol’ murican. The latter sounds like I’ve got a speech impediment.
Okay, just checked, and considering that Gaoth also means flatulency, we’re going to hold off on the farm naming as well. Who the hell wants to spend time at Flatulent Field Farms?
So lambikins is doing well, although we still haven’t named her. She’s a maniac, jumping all over the other sheep, racing about and tripping over her feet. Still no second lamb yet, though.
In the meantime, chicks have started hatching, so now we’ve got more barnyard babies running around. Okay, not exactly running, as they spend most of their time tucked under their mom’s wings. If I were less lazy, I’d provide pics. Too bad. Two of them hatched on their own, the third I had to break out of its egg after it had given up. The girl-child named the third one Lucky. With our luck, it will be a boy and she will have to rename it Dinner.
Out of 22 eggs, we’ve had three hatch so far. I plan on building an incubator for next year, as this doesn’t sound like the best hatch rate. That, and the few we’ve had to remove because they’ve definitely been bad have caused the coop to smell a bit too ripe. My gag reflex can’t take much more.