Wednesday, January 4, 2012
Jerk. Idiot. Hater.
It was 5 degrees this morning with a wind chill below zero. And where was Ripton? At first I thought he was down in the shelter.....no, no, the jerk had put a nice size hole in the woven wired fence and was standing on the other side with 4 ewes around him. Idiot.
Oh, he was proud of his wooly self and has a nice red nose to show how hard he worked at that fence (which did have a weak spot but I thought perhaps he would just not notice it....stupid me). So I fed everyone, got the corded drill and extension cord because why would have I charged the cordless drill, dragged an 8 foot 2x16 piece of wood from the other barn back to the mess, fixed the fence hole, then got Ripton's wooly butt and put him back in his proper home.
He gave me the " I am going to do it again if I don't get laid look". Jerk. Idiot.
I knew he would too. I had no plans on breeding any sheep this year, afterall its January and that would mean end of May babies.....so I guess I might have May babies now. Miss Bittersweet, who has never been bred and is now 4 years old (she has the white blaze) was chosen and so was Savannah, she went unwillingly because Jed is actually her ram of choice.
Ripton is not getting any more ewes....final answer. My sheep breeding was suppose to take a rest this year. So much for my plans.