Lamb Dreams

Like Sheep Dreams, but hey, it's lambs ;-). And if you aren't already addicted to Dianne's Lamb Cam, grab a cup of coffee and go check it out.



This is kind of a wonky picture and at first I dismissed it, but kept being drawn back to it and decided there's almost nothing that says lambies better than knobby knees and a piece of hay hanging out of your mouth :-).



"I love my playpen on the porch."





Since she enjoys sleeping next to the island in the kitchen, I figured she'd like a bed next to the condo.







"Boy she sure takes a lot of pictures of me. I must be really cute."

She's probably going to end up having a heat stroke because that sweater (that she really only needed the first night ;-) is so ridiculously cute I can barely stand to take it off her.



A little video of her having a dream about eating some hay. I think. The dreams about ba-ba's are more sucking and less chewing. My best guess. About lamb dreams :-).

Blossom

"You woke me up to take my picture?"



No, of course not. Everyone knows to let a sleeping baby sleep ;-).



Blossom lost her momma yesterday, so she's moving in with us for awhile. I'll try to have some better pictures tomorrow. I am beat.

Muzzled Mouths...Not

This is a picture I took a couple weeks ago. I've been saving it for a busy(ier that usual) day when I am going to try to get a lot of work caught up so I can go snorgle some more lambies ;-).

Saint Tim was cleaning out the sheep barn - think several trips out back with the manure spreader through a couple of gates, and trust me, these punks are not. helpful. It's easiest to just throw them in prison. This also gave me a good opportunity to fit the three fatties (Hickory, T-Bone and Gato) with grazing muzzles.

The super lush green grass can be very dangerous in the early spring and sometimes again in the fall. Overeating, while not good for any of us (unless it involves chocolate ;-), can kill horses by causing colic, founder... In the past I've had great luck using grazing muzzles - like a plastic and web bucket with a hole in the bottom that slows down their eating. All the horses wore them and stayed safe.

Now that Handy's gotten up in years, he actually needs all that grass. Which means he doesn't wear a muzzle. Which means he takes it off his best friend T-Bone. Who then takes it off his best friend Gato and then rips it off his new friend Hickory. Rinse and repeat.

I've tried adding tape to all the key parts. Tim wired up something on Hickory's last night. It's off again this morning. We're using the popular Best Friend Grazing Muzzle. Any suggestions?

In the meantime, I'm headed out to see if my saddle still fits an "I can't believe I ate the whole thing" bloated, lazy, fat piggy. And then I'm going to get a lot of work caught up so we can return to our regularly scheduled programming of more cute lambies :-D.

Easter Lambs

There's not much better way to spend Easter. More lambing at Kathy's.



A couple days old.



A couple minutes old.



Olive lambed out on the grass and then Kathy brought her and her lambs into the barn so she could watch them and make sure all was well and then incorporate them into a play group in a couple days.









"You wouldn't believe what happened to me today!"



Hopefully this will "biggify" so you can see his sweet little mouth. I think he's probably drooling :-).



This is Davis, born during the UK game last week. It's important to be in the "basket" ;-).



Patiently waiting and enjoying the gorgeous spring weather. Wish it could last forever!

I really need to be getting some work done, but like great weather, lambing doesn't last forever either, so I'm enjoying it while it does :-).

Sunday Stills - New Beginnings

Well, you know what this post is going to be ;-).



I spent Saturday afternoon over at The Training Center in Paris, Kentucky, home to some of my favorite sheep (Ewen McTeagle, B. Willard and sweet Lorna Dune Buggy) and favorite shepherds, Vergil and Annmarie Holland.



They'd been watching a Scottish Blackface ewe and decided she needed some help. With the help of one of their Border Collies they were quickly able to catch her even out in the open field. Annmarie repositioned the lamb and pulled it. At first everything seemed fine, but they quickly realized it wasn't.

Without missing a beat, she started CPR (even mouth to mouth) and in the eternity that was actually only about five minutes, the little lamb finally started breathing and everyone took a big breath. I'd love to be that competent.



His first attempt to stand.



Meanwhile, back at the lamb bar...





I could have held this precious little lamb while she slept all afternoon. Nothing cuter. Nothing.



Well, maybe this freckled face.





Gotta love those good guard dogs. He's watching the new lamb - up and at it and doing just fine :-).



While we watched the older lambs race around.





Happy Easter!!!

For more Sunday Stills New Beginnings...

Sheep Senior Olympics

Like lamb races...



...but with lots of coughing, gagging and gasping for breath ;-).

I turned my iPhone on as quick as I could, but unfortunately missed Petunia's very graceful and athletic high jumping before it all started.

State Of The Bee Yard Address

In a spring where many local beekeepers are reporting winter hive losses of between 30 and 50 percent, Stella kept all seven of her hives buzzing happily along.



And while that in itself is an impressive statistic, it includes one tiny swarm we picked up in August that never even got one full box of bees and honey pulled together.



This is not the first time she's coddled a tiny, late season hive along.

As the old saying goes, "A swarm in May is worth a load of hay. A swarm in June is worth a silver spoon. A swarm in July (or August) isn't worth a fly."

Unless you're Stella - a bee charmer with a golden thumb :-).