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Tuesday, May 03 2011

My last two ewe lambs drove off in a Mercedes yesterday. Yes, the lady packed 'em off in a Mercedes SUV. They are to be the foundation of her new Dorper flock.  I was feeling pretty good.  I had cash in my pocket, and they had a good home. I had this ranching life down by the horns.

Unfortunately that all changed this morning:

Sleep at Cow House. Because I have a murder trial this morning, I must rise early, go to other house to care for sheep and goats, find a clean uniform, and head to the Big City.  Drive down road and note beautiful blue dog trotting down highway.  To my horror, note that it is MY BLUE DOG! 

Slam on brakes.  Call dog who is now sniffing noses with strange dogs through a fence.  He is delighted to see me.  Rushes into open door.  Apparently Little Blue Dog is athletic enough to leap OVER hotwire fence and go walkabout when we're not home.  DARN!

Arrive at Sheep House.  Deposit Little Blue Dog in yard with Big White Dog and Black Wolf. They are happy to see him but refuse to give up information regarding how long he's been gone.  Decide that since the ewes cannot go out in the pasture today, (since I must leave early for court) I will toss them some alfalfa. Open door to barn.  Large number of large sheep come rushing up alleyway.  Am caught in a sea of black and white. This is like trying to walk in heavy surf. 

Cuss sheep.  Go feed horse.  Happen to look through barn and note that ponies are eating with ewes.  How is that possible?  Ponies are with rams and weanlings.

Uh oh! Someone has either failed to properly shut the gate (me?) or someone has managed to open the gate himself. 

  "Who me?"

Rams and weanling wethers are now co-mingling with ewes.  Holy shit!  Two rams.  Count forward 5 months. October.  Crap!  In October we will be playing "Who's ya daddy?" 

Bang head against gate in frustration.  Ranching seemed so much better when I had hundreds of dollars in cash in my pocket and I was watching a Mercedes drive away . . .

Posted by: forensicfarmgirl AT 10:02 am   |  Permalink   |  4 Comments  |  Email
I feel your pain on the escaping dogs and sheep (but not Ruffy). Write all the dates down about escaping ewes and rams. Guess how I know this. Katahdin Mike was out for a few hours last fall, result 15 lambs from six ewes. Someone else is in charge of fences here.
Posted by Peg H. on 05/03/2011 - 10:56 AM
I assume your blue dog was not wearing the tutu while on the lam? LOL
Posted by Lynn on 05/03/2011 - 12:51 PM
No, my little blue dog was not wearing his pink tutu, BUT he is secure enough in his masculinity that he COULD tour the neighborhood in his pink tutu! I'm just so glad I found the little beast before he got hit by a car!
Posted by forensicfarmgirl on 05/03/2011 - 03:59 PM
Yep Peg! It's a pain! At least they are both nice rams. Hopefully no one got bred. We'll see in Oct, won't we?!!
Posted by forensicfarmgirl on 05/03/2011 - 04:00 PM

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