Growing Lambs

Time goes by so quickly, like a snowball rolling down a hill, getting bigger and bigger and bigger...

Such is the case with our four beautiful ram lambs, born less than two months ago. I have to make decisions on whether any of them are sire quality. This is a hard thing for a new shepardess. However, decide I must! They will all be for sale soon, and it's been such a ram lamb season for most of the shepardesses out there this year. I have to ask myself, "Am I ready to house extra ram(s) for the winter if they are not sold?" Most likely not.

From what I've read, looked at, listened to and learned so far, I think our lambs this year have very nice structure. Their sire, Fairlight Conway, has awesome body structure that he's passed on to all of them. Their wool varies in crimp, length (intermediate and primitive), color (as they mature), and genetics. They are all moorit right now, but one is an Ag musket, who will turn Brownie's lovely oatmeal color. They all carry spotting genetics. Their horns look different from each other, and I'm having a hard time guessing who's horns will turn and clear appropriately. Overall, there are one or two that stand out with the most "ramly" presence.

I've put myself on a deadline to make my final decisions this weekend. Anyone checking out this blog, please feel free to give me your input. For now though, I'm just posting some recent pics to show them off. Regardless whether they are better ram or wether material, they're still lambs and still awfully cute, sweet and fun to hang out with! So without further ado, here are the twin ram lambs from Miss Fairlight Pixie and Miss Fairlight Brownie, sired by Mr. Fairlight Conway.

L to R: Pixie's lamb #1, Brownie's lambs #1 & #2 (musket), Pixie,

(in front, on knees) Pixie's lamb #2

L to R: Brownie's lambs #1 & #2 (musket), Brownie

Brownie's lamb #2 (musket)

Brownie's lamb #1

 

Brownie's lamb #1

 

Pixie's lamb #2

 

L to R: Pixie's lamb #2 & #1, Brownie's lambs #1 & #2 (musket)

Beautiful Spring Day

"She's not looking... quick, give her a sniff!"

Oh, what a day. There's a constant breeze, the sun is shining, and it's about 70 degrees right now. The sheep are grazing, and panting a bit too... shearer will be here this weekend. The chickens are cackling with pride as each egg is layed, and the guineas are alerting the farm with their all too pleasant "buck-whee, buck-whee.... chee, chee, chee..." every time a car drives by or a butterfly sails across the yard, seriously. Even with the guineas calling, it's still just a pleasant and beautiful day. I'll share some pics taken from our video camera (we have two digital cameras that went on the blitz at the same time, go figure).

Marty gettin' his scratch on... "ahhhhh"

"Green Acres is the place to be, bock, bock!"

"I'm too sexy for my shirt, so sexy it hu-urts..."

Such cute little wethers. "Pet me, pet me..."

"We love it when she gives us trimmed tree branches to munch on..."

"Hey Brownie, when should we tell the food lady that we're just pretending to be pregnant so we can keep getting extra treats?" ... Seriously girls, when are those lambs gonna drop?

The End!

Poor Pup

Well, I started this blog after inspiration from Tammy @ Fairlight Farms. I purchased our starter flock from her, and I really thought my first blog would be about my sheep... and the waiting, waiting and more waiting for my 2 ewes to lamb for the first time. But, oh no! This blog is to be about my poor pup, Brim. He's our 2 year old LGD, more of a ranch dog really seeing as our farm is small, and he usually sleeps in the front yard instead of a pasture. AND, he's a loving, gentle teddy bear with everyone, except the cat... he's just not a big fan of cats.

Anyhow, back to the "poor pup" part. Easter Sunday Brim came limping onto our back porch where our girls were playing. My heart sank. Not putting weight on his front left paw, some apparent swelling about 1/3 of the way up his ulnar/radius bones. Uh-oh... hope, pray, please... I checked him over.. just hoping to find a cut, a burr, torn toenail. Nope. Alright, it's Sunday, and we were just getting ready to go over to family's for Easter slash nephew's Birthday party. At this point I'm really hoping that it's a sprain, and when I get home I'm going to find him putting some weight on that foot. No such luck. Once we were home I put the kids to bed and ran outside to check on Brim. He came hobbling up to me, whimpering. Not good. I gave him some Etogesic, the pain killer I give to my old Golden Retriever for his arthritis, petted him for awhile as he lay on his dog bed on the front porch and instructed him to take it easy for the night. Yeah, I "instructed" him. He's one of those really smart dogs with almost human eyes, that just seems to understand what I say or want most of the time. In the morning, he was laying on the front porch patiently waiting for me to fix him. So, off to the vet we went.


X-rays show broken ulnar and radius. How could this happen to us again? Our other dog, Liberty, broke the exact same bones last year. Seriously?? After casting, recasting, recasting yet again, and lots of recoup time, she healed... not perfectly, but she does very well as a house dog/backyard guard. Check out the pic, does it look vaguely familiar? Like a mirror image. Ugh.


O.k., so the vet thinks casting could be a good option. I leave him there so the kids and I can go home and get some sort of containment setup for Brim, seeing as he was born outside on a sheep farm and has never been couped up anywhere... he absolutely refused to come inside, even during extreme hot or cold weather. Before we even got home, the vet called me with bad news. He said he couldn't get the bones to line up and stay, not well enough for an active, working outdoor dog. He recommended another veterinarian who has done a lot of surgical pinning. My husband and I agreed that Brim is not ready for retirement, so we called the other vet. He recommended yet another vet who does plate and screw surgery. You see, an external fixeter was our first option to casting. Apparently, pins go through the leg in several places and protrude. This makes it very challenging in a large, active dog like Brim during recovery because it's so easy for them to "whack" the pins against just about anything. And with that much force it could put us back to square one. He was also concerned that as Brim starts to heal he might get away from us (he must be always contained or walked on leash during recovery) and rebreak leg. So, after meeting with the 3rd vet, we plan to have surgery on Brim's leg this coming Tuesday. He will insert one or two plates onto the outside of the leg and drill 6 screws into the bone. If all goes well, his bones will heal in 6 - 8 weeks. He can resume regular lifestyle at that point, but the plate will stay on another 2 or 3 months for added support while his leg strengthens. So, now we wait. He has a splint and bandages on for support and protection until surgery day. This of course must remain dry, and he must remain inactive. The first night we put him in an extra large metal cage. By morning, he was out, on his own of course. The second night he was put into the garage... by morning.... yep, he was out again. Friggin' Houdini! Alright, after rebandaging (due to wet wrap), he was then put into our small enclosed, but well ventilated sheep stock trailer. Woo hoo! We have found the answer. During the day he is happy to sleep in the cool shade of our enclosed patio, and at night, or during rain, or if we have to leave the house for awhile, he sleeps in the trailer. You're never prepared for these types of things until they happen, right?

Well, my hubby's at work, the kids are clamoring for my attention, and there are more eggs in the barn to collect. My next post will either be about Brim or lambs! Should we bet which one will be first? I'm betting Brim, but who knows? My ewes just aren't saying. :)