The Call of the Mild
It feels like the weather is finally breaking. The first sign is finding the hens venturing away from their house for the first time in two months. Essentially you can sense all of the animals who live outside breathing a collective sigh of relief. The news has called this past January the coldest in a hundred years. I don't know if that's true or not, but I do know that it was cold. Our lambing season is winding down. I think that we have a couple of stragglers but the hardest part is over. Of course that's why we chose my first solo lambing season to occur this year. I wanted it to be something that Jack London may have written about.
I got to see lambs being born alive. I saw lambs still born. I learned that no matter how healthy and caring the mom is, at -10 degrees plus a wind chill the new lamb is frozen solid in 10 minutes. I also learned that even if a lamb looks dead and frozen some quick work with a blow dryer next to a hot furnace in my toasty basement may bring it back.
All in all we lost one ewe, found out that another is alergic to penicillin, added a bunch of lambs to our flock and built a pile of casualties that will be buried once the ground thaws.
Breakfast is Hectic
He looks like a Cow, I'm gonna go talk to the bull down th road.
The Hens venture out
He was born on the coldest night of the year. i found him almost completely frozen. He was a three night houseguest
Next generation of egg layers
Rufus is Supervising
