Baymule
Herd Master
Saturday December 6, Sugar, of Texas 5 White Dorper fame, greeted me with a single ram. Big strapping fellow, up and nursing already when I got out there. Buford ran up to me, all excited, to let me know there was a new baby. Then he went out on the field with the rest of the ewes. I closed them out. I had gone to the feed store for a thousand pound super bag of feed, plus a 500 pound bag for @Margali and I needed to get all that unloaded first.
Cooper was in the spacious pen next to the ewes and it had a Quonset hut plus a Pallet Palace. I had plans on moving him to the small pen on the end, needed to take down the cow panels I had put up over the field fence and now was the time. I took down the cow panels, took down the field fence and rolled it up. Pulled up the T-posts, drove them back in plus 2 more, and put the cow panels back up. Then I lured Cooper to his new pen. From the Penthouse to an efficiency apartment. Poor Cooper.
Then I picked up Sugar’s lamb and she followed me to the pen.
As I was moving Cooper and Sugar, I saw Cleopatra, also of Texas 5 White Dorper fame, laying out in the field like a beached whale, giving birth. She had a single, up and fumbling for a teat. Nose and toes sticking out, I watched for awhile but Cleo wasn’t pushing. Because of all the rain last week and muddy fields I hadn’t moved the stock trailer from it serving as the honeymoon suite, that the honeymoon didn’t happen, when Ozel was in it. So I picked up the lamb, Cleo following me closely, bellowing like a cow, and put the baby in the trailer. Cleo hopped right in and I closed the end gate. My son had just got here so we put a rope on her, he clamped her head between his legs to hold her and I pulled the lamb. Two big healthy ewe lambs!
Yesterday morning, December 8, Tiny had a single ram, I moved her to the ewe and lamb pen. I had jury duty and had to leave. At lunch break, I raced back to see if she had any more, but it was only one. Tiny always has twins or triplets so I guess she is taking a break. That’s ok, she had triplets last time.
These 3 ewes are in the middle field, Cooper is the reigning Baby Daddy.
Let’s move over to the front field where I think 20 ewes are bred. Not due yet but getting close. All are looking good….. and then there’s Granny. Granny would be fat and sassy in a desert of sand, rocks and imaginary vegetation. On an East Texas grassy field plus a handful of feed to come in at night, Granny is obese. This will be her third lambing and she is fatter than ever. She had a single ewe her first lambing, Daisy, the twins last time, she rejected the ram lamb and I bottle fed him. This time she looks like quads, but I assure you, Granny is FAT. There may be a lamb or two in all that obesity, she certainly looks pitiful.
She is sitting like a big fat frog.
I give y’all Granny.
Cooper was in the spacious pen next to the ewes and it had a Quonset hut plus a Pallet Palace. I had plans on moving him to the small pen on the end, needed to take down the cow panels I had put up over the field fence and now was the time. I took down the cow panels, took down the field fence and rolled it up. Pulled up the T-posts, drove them back in plus 2 more, and put the cow panels back up. Then I lured Cooper to his new pen. From the Penthouse to an efficiency apartment. Poor Cooper.
Then I picked up Sugar’s lamb and she followed me to the pen.
As I was moving Cooper and Sugar, I saw Cleopatra, also of Texas 5 White Dorper fame, laying out in the field like a beached whale, giving birth. She had a single, up and fumbling for a teat. Nose and toes sticking out, I watched for awhile but Cleo wasn’t pushing. Because of all the rain last week and muddy fields I hadn’t moved the stock trailer from it serving as the honeymoon suite, that the honeymoon didn’t happen, when Ozel was in it. So I picked up the lamb, Cleo following me closely, bellowing like a cow, and put the baby in the trailer. Cleo hopped right in and I closed the end gate. My son had just got here so we put a rope on her, he clamped her head between his legs to hold her and I pulled the lamb. Two big healthy ewe lambs!
Yesterday morning, December 8, Tiny had a single ram, I moved her to the ewe and lamb pen. I had jury duty and had to leave. At lunch break, I raced back to see if she had any more, but it was only one. Tiny always has twins or triplets so I guess she is taking a break. That’s ok, she had triplets last time.
These 3 ewes are in the middle field, Cooper is the reigning Baby Daddy.
Let’s move over to the front field where I think 20 ewes are bred. Not due yet but getting close. All are looking good….. and then there’s Granny. Granny would be fat and sassy in a desert of sand, rocks and imaginary vegetation. On an East Texas grassy field plus a handful of feed to come in at night, Granny is obese. This will be her third lambing and she is fatter than ever. She had a single ewe her first lambing, Daisy, the twins last time, she rejected the ram lamb and I bottle fed him. This time she looks like quads, but I assure you, Granny is FAT. There may be a lamb or two in all that obesity, she certainly looks pitiful.
She is sitting like a big fat frog.
I give y’all Granny.
