january 18, 2007
Today was an action packed day. We had a atubborn girl out in the snow, she's obviously pregnant, very pregnant and carrying way too much weight. She couldn't walk very well anymore and needed assistance. I thought about carrying her the 300 or so yards to the barn, I thought about it for about two secomds and decided to search for plan B.
I quickly devised plan B but it required a visit to Wal Mar, but I couldn't go right away.
I have a fairly unusual existance. I wake up anywhere between 5 and 6:30 every morning. It doesn't matter when I went to sleep the wake up time doesn't change. I usually make coffee,I then proceed to feed the cats in three different spots in the house because our cats don't get along. This, I swear, is punisment for my laughing out loud at a woman, during an important business dinner, while she described her visits to a cat psychologist. I just couldn't believe anyone would put up with maladjusted animals. Anyway, I then feed the dog. These days I mix up colostrum for the lamb whose mom can't produce milk. Head out, release the hens, feed the hens, break ice, fill up water, look for new lambs.
Feed bottle baby lamb, shove mom's nipple into new baby's mouth. Look for Rufus, find rufus, remove road kill from his mouth and head up to the mansion for coffee. That's if nothing unusual happened. Thank god I'm in between roaster batches.
Now I go to wal mart to supply plan B.
Plan B is simply an overly pregnant mom tied to a sled being pulled behing my gator into shelter.
her's the new one, 4 hours old
here's the sled mom
This is the four day old:
