Monday, February 25, 2013

Out Like a Lamb



This winter has kept me trapped inside quite a bit. Things are thawing out, the ice is slowly melting away, the sheep are lambing and I'm able to escape out the back door for a little bit now and again. Tuesday Rosemary was looking lamby, the top of her hips looking a bit peaked and she had the 'mama wiggle'. I managed to get her to follow me to the lambing shed where I got the closed circuit camera plugged back in for the occasion. Randy said she'd be at least another week, but I said I thought she might go Wednesday. We got chores done and I turned the monitor and settled in to watch a night's worth of "Ewe-tube". She had a nice little ewe lamb we named "Thyme" the next day. No intervention required. I just had to help by holding Rosemary still so the baby could get some colostrum as the new mama was so excited about licking the baby she wouldn't allow her to nurse. It didn't take long before they both caught on and everything went like clockwork after that. They did so well, in fact, I turned them out with the rest of the flock the next day.



EmmaLou and SushiMoo love their tent. We had hurricane force winds again and it held fast although it's a bit mishapen now. Sandwiching the tarps between cattle panels didn't hurt. I'm glad EmmaLou had company to ride out this storm with, instead of being alone like last year, when she was so frightened. Having your baby with you tends to bring out the mama bear in us all and makes us braver.



It has been my goal for awhile to  get some kind of gadget on SushiMoo so she cannot nurse. I’ve been wanting to turn her back in with EmmaLouMoo as they did not like being separated much. After multiple failures trying to get a weaning ring in her nose, myself hanging on and Randyman applying, as well as the reverse scenerio, she just slung us around so we gave up on that particular method. I made a few suggestions about how it could be more easily accomplished, but received a condescending snort instead of support for it so I declined. 

Our next attempt was to make a weaning halter, like one I'd seen on the Family Cow forum. It was merely a piece of rubber attached to the halter so she couldn’t get anything in her mouth from above. Randy put it together, but he added nose holes WAAAAY down towards the bottom. In other words, nowhere even close to where her nostrils are. So much for measurements.The two of us got her in the lambing shed and after slinging us around we got the modified halter on her. After bouncing around bucking and shaking her head trying to dislodge it, she went to trying, unsuccessfully, to nurse as Emma kicked at her, trying to refuse her access. Sadly, it would appear that Emma is not preganant again, as Sushi was 'bulling' all day long and Em stood quietly for it, so I guess Benni the bull didn’t get the job done. That is a huge disappointment, but I trust that God knows best. 



A bit later in the day, I noticed Sushi STILL trying to nurse. I walked outside and as I did, I saw Emma ‘let down’ and her milk started flowing everywhere. Sushi moved her halter around until one of the streams went thru the ‘nose hole’ and then pushed the teat thru and grabbed on with her lips. Arrrrrrgggh!

I located one of the weaning rings we had been unsuccessful applying.  It's just a stiff plastic "c" shaped clamp with points on the bottom that theoretically poke her lips and tongue if she tries to nurse, and a wing nut to tighten it a bit so it doesn't easily fall out. It lifts when she eats hay, grain or grass headdown and only applies itself when she pushes on something above her, like an udder.
I boiled some water and tossed it in. After a few minutes, I tucked it into my shirt to keep it warm and with grim determination, headed out to capture the unmanageable Sushi. I cornered her in the lambing shed, got a lead rope on her, dragged her back to the corral, yanked her head through the outside stanchion and tied her head around tightly to one side. I stepped through the bars to the other side and grabbed her head, stuffing the ring in her nose.

Angrily, she pulled back, broke the halter, sat down and managed to pop the ring out. With superhuman strength, normally seen only when lifting cars off of small children and placing weaning rings in calf noses, I captured her, wrassled her back down to the ground with some very unsavory comments and replaced the ring, this time tightening the screw so it would stay in, before letting her regain her feet. The same heifer that tossed Randy and I around like  rag dolls last month, stood astonished at my superhuman strength and tenacity. I replaced her halter after removing the useless ‘mask’ using the only hole left on her halter to fasten it, as she busted off most of the top strap and I turned her out with Emma.



So far so good. I got 2 gallons last nite, so was only down by a gallon and I believe Em was holding up, figuring Sushi was gonna try and score some, with her normal abusive response when none was forthcoming. Not so. Sushi might be hard on her mother, but she doesn’t like to abuse her own lips. She settled for eating hay and grain instead. Score one for me! ..I think.

The morning had been pretty painful, but today painkillers and movement did help. I used my  ‘new’ cheese sink to make a cheddar. It is really quite amazing how much easier things went just having another spot to do this in. As the milk refrigerator is next to the cheese sink, it saved wear and tear on my back skimming the cream there and pouring the resulting skimmed milk into the canning pot. Four gallons later, the jars were in the dishwasher, the sink was full of hot water and the cheese was in production. Because it was not in the middle of everything for a change, it allowed me to clean the kitchen, including mopping the floor. I was also able to put together some dough for sourdough cinnamon rolls, something I  could not do before as you can’t rise bread and make cheese in the same room as the yeast brings a bacteria to the cheese that does not do good things.
A lot was accomplished, the cheese-making went more smoothly than ever before. Only two more months and we shall see if I was more successful or not. Cheddar has been my greatest challenge.

The night brought hurricane force winds and snow. The Maremmas showed up at the backdoor at midnite begging to come in. This isn’t normal for them  so I assumed it must be really ugly out. I was right. Their porch was covered in snow and the wind was coming from a direction that sent it swirling everywhere. Clearly if they weren’t willing to be out in it, likely no predators would either, so I let them in for the rest of the night.

The following day I went to move Em, Sushi, and Up-chuck and check the sheeple whom I had let out earlier with the dogs. Emma’s bag looked strangely empty in one quarter. Sushi looked at me innocently, her weaning ring still in place. Somehow she’d managed, but at least she didn’t get it all. I hoped it was a miserable enough experience she would eventually give it up.I let Up-chuck out the back gate to join Sushi, Emma and the sheeple, minus Rosemary and Thyme who were AWOL. He promptly went over to butt heads with EmmaLou, drawing her wrath, then losing, attacked my sheeple. He literally CHASED them down and tried to crush them with his ugly face. He can’t find his way to the freezer quick enough to suit me.



He wheeled around and charged at Thing1who still doesn’t get around as quickly as the others due to his crooked leg. I jumped in between them waving my arms and growling. Luckily for me, Chuck came to a screeching stop, glared at me and reversed his direction. Sushi must have told him how dangerous I am if I get my back up enough.

I hiked down below the trees. I had seen Bruno race off that direction and out of the pasture and Cletus had gone halfway to keep an eye on things closer to the stock while Bruno dealt with whatever tresspasser happened to be out there. Cletus was gazing to the east, where Bruno had disappeared. I muttered, more to myself than to him, “Where did Rosemary and her lamb go?”

Cletus slowly swiveled his head my direction and made eye contact. Then he turned it  furthur so he was almost looking over his right shoulder.  I stepped out and followed his line of sight, and sure enough, there napping in a dry ditch, was Thyme, with her mama watching over. Amazed, I made eye contact with Cletus again who blinked at me and returned his gaze back to where Bruno had gone.



This sort of thing happens much too often and too consistently to be coincidence. Unnerved I started toward Rosemary.  Suddenly there was a piercing shriek up by the corrals. Perhaps one of the cowdogs had been stepped on, I never found out. At any rate, both Maremmas flashed by me on the way to the rescue, ignoring my commands, entreaties and begging them to come back, as I knew they would. They are guardians, not obedience dogs. No amount of cajoling will take their attention off of their job, if they perceive something needs to be done.  As they reached the top of the pasture I saw them stop and look through the boards. Apparently all was well because they consulted with one another and headed back slowly towards me. I started walking up to the corral, Rosemary following and Cletus went around behind us, Bruno above and to rear of us, following the rest of the flock who followed me...at least that is how it looked. I know better. The dogs instructed them to go back home and that is what they did. It doesn't take long to find out who is really in charge around here. LGD's are so different than herding dogs. They either lead, or quietly ask the stock to go somewhere, never barking, nipping or coercing. Babe the pig worked more like an LGD than a Border Collie.



A pipe broke last nite so there was NO water at the house all day. That meant no coffee, no laundry, no dishes, no cheesemaking, no washing of hands, no watering stock, no boiling 3 minute eggs, no potty, no canning...so I took my sorry self outside to do some remodeling. Today, little Annie, who thinks she is a sheep, goes on 'kid watch' as she is 150 days pregnant tomorrow. She's looking pretty close, although she still has some control of her tail, which normally disappears right before kidding. The inside of the lambing shed is kept dry with another 'tent' as the roof still has not been replaced. Annie likes to climb on it and knock it down, even in her advanced stage of gestation, so I unwired and dragged an 8 foot panel inside to wire up so she can't get on the tent. As I was diligently setting Annie up to kid in the shelter, Salty went to the sheep tent and delivered herself a little ram lamb. It wasn't long before I discovered her missing and went to look in there on a hunch. 


Again, a perfect lambing and Salty was a good mama, already letting him nurse. I headed back to get some straw and some iodine to dip his navel, particularly as he was born in about the dirtiest spot she could find. The rest of the sheep saw my armful of straw and decided it might be lunch.  They mobbed me and I set it behind the shelter so they could see it was bedding, as I snuk a flake at a time inside for the baby. Shortly after, they got wise to me and they all headed into the shelter. Poor Salty and her baby were beside themselves. They got separated with sheep all in between them and the older sheep picking on the new guy until there was suddenly  a mighty ROAR. Bruno'd had enough of their ill manners. He ran them all out except for Salty and her new ramlet. I was surprised as I didn't think the dogs would interfere in a sheep-on-sheep altercation, but he did. Relieved, the new mama and baby got back together, he did a little comfort nursing, I attended to his navel and left them be. I opened the main gate so the others could go out to pasture while these two bonded for the day. I think they will be okay with the flock with no need to separate them. Cletus accompanied the main group out and Bruno remained with the newborn. There is only 1 sheep left to lamb now and we are done for the winter.

Meantime, back to Annie. 


I dragged the panel in so she couldn't climb the tent, filled it with clean straw and some feed for her. She was pretty comfy. Water would have to come later, when Randy and the guys got the repairs done. I settled down and was just about to take a shower at 8 that night, when Annie went into action. I went out to attend her, armed with gloves, lube, iodine, etc. in the case she needed help. She delivered an ENORMOUS doe baby practically on her own. She was instantly changed from a mischevious little goat to a loving, nurturing adult in moments. She tenderly cleaned off her baby and without any coaching whatsoever, she helped the baby to nurse. I can tell, she's a keeper and most likely, her little one will be too. Providing something can be done about the horns. Dehorning is not my greatest skill.


24 comments:

  1. Wow...lots of goings on around the farm for you! The lamb (Thyme) is the sweetest too...so glad it went well for the momma. Hope the cows are able to settle into the new routine too so you can get your milk! :)

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    1. Thanks! It has been a crazy week, with all the weather changes and critters popping up all around. I am almost as determined as Sushi to get that milk. I think I will win, in the end :)

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  2. Congratulations! What a very successful series of birthing for your lamb and goat. Sushi cracks me up with her nose "mud flap". You have to give her credit, she is persistant. Be blessed, Staci

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    1. haha! She is built like a little truck so the mud flap just looked RIGHT on her. So far though, her little nose ring seems to be working, with the exception of that one theft. Blessings on you too, Staci!

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  3. Never a dull moment around your farm. My goodness!
    I love all the lambing and I'm glad all has gone so well.
    Sushi's mud flap is too funny. I'm sure the whole experience is not funny for you, but it makes for a great post.
    The baby goat in the last photo reminds me of Brownie when he was a baby. I love the goats. Hope the horns don't become an issue. They were Brownie's downfall.
    Good luck with the cheddar. I've made goat cheese but never cheddar. Show some photos if you can.

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    1. She is REALLY cute. If she is sweet like her mama, she might get to stay, sans horns. The Nubies had to go because I just couldn't handle all the drama. It was like living with teenagers! LOL
      I will try and do a post on cheesemaking soon.

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  4. Aww, I just LOVE babies, any kind! It looks like you have some good Mommies there.
    And that nose ring Sushi is sporting looks pretty PUNK!!!
    You really are a force to be reconed with when you get your back up. (heehee) Just ask Sushi!

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    1. I am super pleased with how all the first time mommies are doing this year. It's the best year we've had. That's funny, because I think Sushi IS a punk! :)

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  5. I love reading about all the happening there at the ranch! That Sushi is a character! I can't believe she nursed through the mudflap! Little devil!
    I'm hoping my little doe will turn into an "adult" when she kids 'cause she sure is a handful right now! :)

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    1. Annie has been very demure since "Sugar" got here. It's been nice. but then, she is a nice little goat. My Nubians were still obnoxious LOL

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  6. I laughed so hard at poor Sushi. She looks like crook whose mask flipped down in the middle of a robbery :-) Nothing like a disguise when you're going to sneak-nurse.

    Sorry to hear that EmmaLou didn't take. Will you have her covered again this summer? It sounds like the bull only makes occasional visits....

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    1. hahaha! That's funny. I hadn't thought about that! I will have to ask the boss when a bull might be available. When they are covering the ranch cows I can't borrow one. It would be nice to have one here when i don't have to buy hay to feed him!

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    2. OMG, Kim, it's a wonder you can move!! I remember days like that with storms flooding my kidding pens, wind taking down the kennel covers (tarps) - I had a goat dairy and bred when they all came in heat in mid-Sept. which meant that I'd have 25 does due mid Feb - and it was always in the middle of the biggest rain of the year in central CA. Does were stealing other kids as the hormones went into high gear, and it was important to me which was which, as I was doing a registered herd, It was chaos - loooong extension cords to get some light where I needed it, pallets quickly building "kidding crates". Very rewarding when it was all over and all were dry, mothered up, fed, and the Kelpies were again in their own kennels, also dry and fed. It's remarkable what one can do when one has to!!! Judith

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    3. I cannot even imagine that many going at once! One reason I have little itty bitty herds :)

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  7. You've got babies bustin' out all over the place! "Ewe" tube! Too funny.
    I was rooting for you when you rassled Sushi down, Go Petey!
    Kristi

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    1. I was impressed myself. However, I have been reminded of it with most every movement :)

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  8. I'd love to see some pics of Salty and her lamb too :-)

    Hope you feel better soon !

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    1. Thanks Elnini! I forgot to put his pics in here. He's VERY cute! I'll get him in the next one maybe :)

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  9. I too was rooting for you wrestling Sushi and instantly thought of the things I do when aggravated or just downright mad that hurt so bad later! Those dogs never cease to amaze me with the way they "read" you. God bless you and yours.

    Becky

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    1. Haha! Funny Becky! I definitely woke up remembering that I WON that match! :)
      The Maremmas are the most intriguing dogs I have ever known.

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  10. I love the little goat. I'm not sure why I like goats but maybe it's because they are such kidders. We had teachers inservice so I wrote a comment on the other blog and later D said it wasn't there but because I'd forgotten exactly how I said it, I wrote another with the same theme. I am such a dope because now I see the first one there and you'll have two of them. I'm not trying to overwhelm you with kid wisdom because I don't know what happened. Oops! Dexito

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    1. Xito, the comments don't normally post right away. Some of them go on "moderation". It protects the blog from Spam or nastiness, so that is why you got confused. :)

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  11. baby animals are so cute. i try not to get attached to them anymore because ranch animals have such an abrupt ending most times. I used to name the chickens and then cry each time one came up missing. i love the picture where the mama goat is licking the baby. that's always so tender with animals but i'm glad we have hands. haha. the dog sniffing at the lamb is an awesome picture too and on the othr blog that rainbow is something we see all the time. maybe there is no pot of gold but there is something precious. good blogs...i love how u wirite everything...d-san

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    1. I've gotten pretty good at distancing myself from the ones we will sell or send to freezer camp. The others I can't help but get attached to and get to know. They are so entertaining and it makes it so much easier to work with them when they need shots or feet trimmed, or help bringing their lambs/goats/whatever into the world. I do name some of the chickens but I have yet to get attached to any. I don't lose them here though, since the Maremmas keep them safe. Thanks d-san. The admiration goes both ways on the writing, only you can't put mine to music.

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