Wednesday, July 23, 2014
So, this spring 19 lambs were born. Only 6 were ewes, the rest ram lambs....ugh.
This was the largest amount of lambs I have ever had born on the farm.
They are driving me crazy....little escape artists.....playing catch-me-if-you-can.....whatever.
Wooly little stinkers.
Pictured above is Pawlett. Okay, I admit, she is a favorite. Her mother Betsy is the matriarch on the farm and the most stubborn sheep I have......stomps her foot at me whenever I get in "her way" and personal contact is beneath her.....it is the world according to Betsy. Final answer.
Pawlett, however, has always been friendly, loving skin scratches, coming up for hugs and grain.
I was so thankful she was not like her mother.
Then she became a mom for the first time.
I have become a mire after thought.
The only thing that matters are those twin ewe lambs.
Pawlett is 99% zoned into those girls ( 1% is devoted to her grain time ).
She will not go anywhere if she can not see those girls and she will not shut up if she is calling for them and they are ignoring her. They are inseparable.
Spoiled rotten wooly lambs. They are lucky they are so awesome.
At this point selling them is not an option according to Pawlett.
I think stomping her foot at me is not the only thing she would do to me if I sold them.
Ewes with attitude......I don't think the farm is big enough for all of us;)