
Lambs can use up an awful lot of time, if you are not checking and worrying over them, then you are laughing at their antics.
The two lambs, now a week old are beginning to charge about playing, and Sharona has hoof marks on her back the same colour and shape as those found in the lick…
The difference between these two and last years is really noticeable, although they are not out of the woods of course.. it’s a dangerous business being a lamb. Sharona has moved on now from allowing constant all the time sip feeding to making some sort of signal I can not pick up, and they rush over and feed for a long time.
Communication between ewe and lambs is subtle thing.. as is their sense of telepathy with humans.. we only thought of trimming her hooves, and she went from ewe standing wanting a scratch to refusing to be near us. Two rugby tackles later (perhaps we should have got smaller sheep), and I was able to do the first pedicure.
Himself did do some digging, I did do some seed sowing.. he cut lots of logs, I stacked lots of logs.. we all watched lambs a lot.
Then a treat, but also necessary to getting rid of some of the massive pile of hedge trimmings from the past few months; we had bonfire. Pyromaniacs in this household, we do love a bonfire. and when it had died back a bit the embers were just calling out to do some toasting.. so we toasted marshmallows, until we were too hot and too cold at the same time, and too smokey and very marshmallowed - lovely.
With the snowy weather, then lambing, somehow seed sowing has not been happening. Nor has veg patch digging, but we must get serious and move on.. it’s nearly March (how did that happen? I haven’t played with my Christmas presents yet…!)
At the weekend we decided to let the brooding hen and her charge out of the grower coup. If we had had more chicks, we may have kept them apart from the older hens, but with just one, seems better to mix them up, besides it won’t be long before we need the grower coup for the next batch. The chick is nearly seven weeks and now about a third the size of the other hens is a determined little wossit, and rushing in to snatch any titbits, and he seems quite funny roosting in the hen house with the big girls. No idea what sex it is yet. He/she has grown redish feathers like a necklace around the neck. Obviously, just scratching in the run and on layers pellets with the others will mean it will grow slower, but it’s not a bad life.
Meanwhile we are weening the younger chicks – now three weeks old – off the heat, with a view to going outside. They have grown lots, are almost feathered up, and like to have a bit of a fly about whenever we open the box. As you can see happy to perch on me…







