Finally huh?

I finally found some time to sit down and catch up on my blog. Between the rain storms I really had an awful lot to get done. Why is it that there is always so much to do in the summer? At least I can say that all the baby lambs are doing very well. Spalding and Wilson have me wrapped  around their little hooves. They are both a little smaller than the others but at least they have some get up and go now. I go out to feed in the morning and there they are standing by the gate ready to be let out. They follow me into the kitchen while I get the bottles ready and then it's back out to the creep feeder where they get feed and the other babies get their grain. So life is a lot better now. That's it for tonight.

No Pictures tonight

I have no pictures tonight but I am going to post some very happy news. When I go out to the pen I usually take two bottles out. One for Wilson and one for Spalding. Wilson always runs up to me and drinks all 8 ounces of his bottle. Spalding is a different story. I usually have to corner him and try to get him to drink something but he won't. Well......tonight when I got home from work I made two bottles as always and thought, it's been a week and Spalding hasn't taken a bottle and he seems to be doing alright (by that I mean he's still alive. Weak but still alive) and I thought I'm not going to chase him down tonight. Just feed Wilson and let Spalding be for the night. He is eating creep and going out to pasture. I thought he'd be fine. Any way, I take two bottles out to the pen and Wilson runs up like usual and starts drinking. I'm down on one knee feeding Wilson and low and behold, Spalding comes up and stands by my side and looks up at me with the sadist face. I put the other bottle by his mouth and he just went to town with it. He drank the whole bottle. I was so happy. I hope he does the same thing in the morning. I think that's what he needed because I just went out and checked on him and he was cuddled up next to Merrie ( one I have to introduce yet) and I swear he had a smile on his face. He had a full belly for once and someone "Mommy like" to lay next to .I haven't seen him that content since his mom died. Maybe he realized that he was hungry and there was good stuff in that bottle or maybe he was just having a tuff time  missing his mom. The bad thing now though is I have to band all the boys soon, real soon and I'm afraid he'll stop eating if I do. I think I'll wait a while  to do   Vanessa's boys. That's it for tonight.

Back to the herd

This is Daphne Duck, she's a 2 year old Lincoln and she had one baby last year that I kept. There is nothing special about Daphne . She is a layed back, quiet, friendly girl. She has wonder fleece also. I have some of her fiber on my wheel that I'm experimenting with right now. I'll show that later. I'm really happy with how it's turning out. I finally got some of my flower beds weeded out and I was amazed to find so many different flowers that I forgot were there. Now I have to till my garden up and get that going. Saturday hopefully. If I can stay away from the babies I find I can get a lot of work done. Vanessa's babies will hopefully make it. Neither one would take a bottle at first.  I went to check on them  when I got home from work tonight. Wilson ran up to me so I thought I'd try giving him a bottle. I made 8 ounces up and took it out and he drank THE WHOLE thing. I think he was really hungry. I made one for Spalding and took it out but he refused it again. I'll try again when I get up. He seems to be doing okay though. Maybe he is getting enough grass and grain to make him happy. They are only a month old though and they really need milk yet. I'll watch him very closely. That's it for tonight.

My Lovely Vanessa

I got Vanessa when she was 6 months old from a breeder here in Wisconsin. A beautiful little black Lincoln. She fit in so well with the white girls I already had. She was my only black Lincoln. As I watched her grow it struck me how elegant she was. The way she looked and the way she walked. Her first year she was bred by mistake but she gave me little Chelsea. A better mom you could not ask for.

Doder

And now meet Doder (pronounced Due der}. Doder is my little clown. He is a year old and a whether. Early in the morning before the heat comes on you will see him and Tamarra running races in the big pasture. Tamarra always wins. But that's okay, he gets even. When she is laying down and chewing her cud he sneaks up on her and sits on her.(I really need to get a picture of that). He also gets behind her when shes eating and pushes her by her rear end as far as he can. You can tell just by looking at him he's full of mischief. Can you tell I spend a lot of time out in my sheep pens? It's amazing how each one has a different personality. I hear people say all the time that farm animals are dumb and all they are there for is to eat. I beg to differ.I really speak my mind when it comes to that. Cows, pigs, chickens, sheep and horses all have their own ways of going about their daily lives . They have their own way of having fun and their own way of telling you what they want and what they don't like. Basically like a dog does. You gotta love them all. That's it for tonight. Tomorrow.....my big hansom dudes. (forgot to tell you, Doder is a Lincoln/Romney mix. He has really beautiful fiber)