The lambs are picking up pointers from their elders. Bill had suggested that the ramp would become a favorite feature…
Tagged: barn, Hollow Oak Farm, lamb races, lambs, ramp, silliness
The lambs are picking up pointers from their elders. Bill had suggested that the ramp would become a favorite feature…
Tagged: barn, Hollow Oak Farm, lamb races, lambs, ramp, silliness
I’ve always prided myself on being adequately paranoid, but Bill still manages to catch me short sometimes. I texted him a photo of the barn lambs exploring their new front yard, and he texted back a comment to the effect of “wasn’t I worried about a lamb accidentally drowning in the water tank next to the ramp?”
I agreed that I probably should be worried. The drain plug wouldn’t come free, so a 7/16″ drill bit made a nice new drain hole, and on to the next thing I should be worrying about.
Tagged: barn, Bill Fosher, drain, drowning, Hollow Oak Farm, lambs, paranoia, stock tank
We haven’t had a big snowstorm in a week, and the date suggests that winter may be coming to an end, so the lambs need to get ready for life without a roof over their heads. This afternoon I rearranged the partitions in the barn to give the sheep a path to the outdoors and made a small electronet* enclosure in the barnyard. I’ll let them get used to being outdoors while still having the shelter of the barn if the weather turns ugly again. In two or three weeks, when the lambs are a bit older and the weather (presumably) a bit milder, they’ll go out on pasture full time.
Sheep who seemed very anxious to escape the confines of the barn suddenly got tentative about the change in surroundings, but with some corn, I was able to lure the more adventurous ones out. The fat black ewe lamb was too timid to make it out in the first wave and guilted her mother into coming back inside.
The ram wasn’t particularly timid.
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*Much more to come about electronet…
Tagged: adventurous, barn, barnyard, corn, electronet, Hollow Oak Farm, lambs, outdoors, ram, sheep, timid
I get it with the bottle lamb; we forged quite a bond during his first week of life, and now he runs up to me for a scritch or a suck on a finger.
But the variability in the others is less easy to explain. Some won’t let me near, and others won’t leave me alone. 702 is particularly fond of my shirttails.
Some of it is probably learned, as #701’s mother is one of my flightiest sheep, and lamb has taken after her mother. But I assume that some of the variability is just spontaneous expression of personality, sheep reminding me that they are individuals, too.
Tagged: 702, 703, barn, friendly, Hollow Oak Farm, lambs, personality, sheep, shy, sucking on finger
Seems like it’s time again for some cute lambs. The black lambs bookend the winter cohort, with oldest one now 7-½ weeks old, and the youngest pair about 2-½ weeks. I brought out a couple of bales of crappy old hay to spread as bedding, but the they thought it was the best thing ever.
Tagged: bedding, bouncing, crappy hay, hay, Hollow Oak Farm, lambs, playing
My beloved Luc, who got me started down the shepherding path, is caught in a terrible bind: he’s powerfully drawn to sheep, but sheep make him deeply uneasy. When he tries to gather sheep in a field, his anxiety bubbles up and the gather devolves into chasing and gripping*. In the barn, with lambs bouncing around and being silly, he stares until his jaw starts clacking and he begins chewing on the walls. I would dearly like to help him discover an easier relationship to his stock, for his sanity and mine, with the fantasy that be might yet discover some talents as a herding dog.
Today for the first time, I decided to let Luc into the part of the barn where the sheep live; I’d previously kept him on the other side of the enclosure, lest he lose his mind and chew on the lambs. I had hoped that daily exposure to the barn crowd from a slight remove might desensitize him, but the opposite was happening and he was getting progressively more wound up as weeks went by. My theory today was that without the barrier separating him from the sheep, he might be forced to take more responsibility for his own behavior and pull himself together. (I recognize that this line of reasoning sounds absurdly anthropomorphic. Somehow, though, this is an approach that seems to work with border collies. Or I’ve drunk the Kool-Aid.)
I gave him lots of encouragement, and we didn’t have any disasters. He seemed to be cycling from curiosity to avoidance to abject horror at being face-to-face with these wooly creatures. I think we’ll try it some more tomorrow.
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*Gripping is the euphemism in the herding world for biting sheep. If it involves pulling a little wool from a recalcitrant ewe, it’s often regarded as justified, though a better dog would accomplish the same thing through gaze and force of personality. Drawing blood is deeply frowned upon, unless a ram is charging at your dog, at which point all’s fair.
Tagged: avoidance, barn, border collie, creep, dog, enthusiasm, fear, Hollow Oak Farm, lambs, Luc, sheep
The lactating ewes are unaccountably tolerant of lambs using them as bed, table, climbing structure, or vaulting platform, both with their own lambs and others. Here, Matilda’s ram lamb is having a tête-à-tête with the firstborn ewe lamb, with sis watching on the left side.
And when the big black lamb isn’t negotiating with the Romney twins, she’s now competing with the adults for the morning corn ration.
And they seem to be giving her plenty of room. If the trend continues, she’s going to be a tough gal when she grows up.
Tagged: barn, big black lamb, ewe, Hollow Oak Farm, lambs, Matilda, Romney, sheep, tolerance, twins
I’ve set up an area in the barn that only the lambs can enter so they don’t have to compete with the adult sheep for grain and corn. They’ve started nibbling a bit on the special “Lamb Starter/Grower Mix” that folks advised me to give them, but they seem more interested in the corn and hay that their mothers are eating.
Today I also let the twin lambs join the rest of the group, since they seemed to be settling in to life outside the womb with no complications. Cass and Luc were very curious about the new additions to the flock.
And the lambs had no trouble finding their mother in the crowded barn.
Cass has been unsure how to relate to the lambs since she first encountered them, but now that the oldest ones are bigger than her, she’s really confused. She mostly alternates between curiosity and alarm.
Tagged: alarm, barn, border collie, Cass, curiosity, Hollow Oak Farm, lambs
For a matter as binary as pregnancy, the state of my sheep has been more ambiguous than I would have expected. A more accepting person would perhaps be at peace with the idea that either they give birth or they don’t, and then you know if they were pregnant. I’m a fair measure more uptight than that, and the ambiguity has already allowed Bravo to eat one (and perhaps two) lambs, so today we set out to establish some facts. In attendance with me were Bill Fosher, grazing mentor, Simon Gascoyne, large animal veterinarian, and 19 sheep who may or may not have been pregnant. Simon brought his ultrasound machine, allowing him to directly image any fetuses that were present and thus banish uncertainty in this realm.
With sheep, the probe is used externally (cows are less fortunate) on the abdomen, and Simon can see the ultrasound-generated image on a version of virtual-reality goggles. The bright sun necessitated a towel over his head, while Bill watched the image projected onto an external monitor.
The harvest of facts:
So of my 27 adult ewes, 6 have already lambed, one is due this weekend, 4 are not pregnant, one lost her lamb to Bravo, and 15 are due in May or early June. Nary an alternate fact among’em.
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Postscript: I’m still getting used to the realities of veterinary medicine on a farm. My first surprise was the extent to which large animal vets assume farmers are competent people. I’ve called my vet a couple of times with problems whose solution was some medication or other. He would leave me bottles of meds at his office’s front desk with instructions about dosage, and administering the injections was left to me. The other shock is pricing. The last time I had an ultrasound, the bill to my insurance company ran into the thousands of dollars. Today’s work was included in the cost of a $125 farm visit. If I’d been less chatty, we could have run pregnancy checks on twice as many sheep. I’m still trying to figure out what conclusions to draw from all this, but I’m not inclined to complain…
Tagged: Bill Fosher, ewes, facts, Hollow Oak Farm, lambing, lambs, pregnancy, Simon Gascoyne, ultrasound