Archive for March 4, 2011

More Baggy Eyes Coming Up

Earlier this week, I checked a ewe throughout the night that I suspected was about to lamb. I checked her every three hours throughout the night, then checked her as soon as I got up in the morning and again before I left. No lamb. When I got home from work, I immediately went to the barn to find a cold, stiff lamb and a ewe calling and calling to it.

It was a fine lamb–a huge single that felt like it weighed 20 lbs. It was easily the size of the two-week-old lambs. She’d probably been exhausted and was slow getting up to clean the lamb who was cleaned and dried everywhere except over his nose, where the placenta was covering the mouth and nostrils. Dang, dang, dang. THIS ain’t payin’ the feed bills!

Last night, a young ewe didn’t want to come out of the pasture and when she did, she started calling all the lambs racing up and down the pasture alley to the barn. Hmmmmmm. She was carrying her tail funny, slightly elevated. Hmmmmmm. She didn’t want any dinner. Unh huh. Somebody’s in the early stages of labor. I checked her again at 10:30, again at 12:30, again at 2:30, and again at 6 a.m. Nothin’. I checked again when it was time to leave. No ewe.

I found her and her new lamb in a pasture that had head-high dry grass that pretty much exactly matched the shade of her wool. Momma sheep was attentive and loving, the little one was vigorous and trying to find where the milk was, so I left feeling all happy about this outcome.

The ewes all came up to eat tonight, so I was looking forward to a night’s uninterrupted sleep. Then I went out for my 10:00 p.m. sheep check and found a young Rambouillet ewe (who will be a first time mother) following the new lamb around and calling to it. CRAP! She’s VERY skittish. On the good side, tomorrow’s Saturday.

I need to buy some new eye makeup. Something that I can use to draw eyeballs on my eyelids so that it looks like I’m awake would be good.


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Now I’ve Got Sassy Hair.

I went in to my former sister-in-law’s salon to get a haircut. She took my glasses as I leaned back into the shampoo basin and asked “What in the WORLD did you do to your nose?”

*sigh* I explained that I did not do anything to my nose. My poor nose was just an innocent bystander.

“You’ve really GOT to get another job!

I mentioned that I was considering it because every year the kids were going to be stronger and faster while I’d be older and slower. It may be time to hang up the boxing gloves (so to speak). I would need a hair style that would look good with absolutely no care whatsoever but that I could dress up if I needed to for an interview.

“Okay. So how much care are we talking about here? Do you blow dry your hair?”

“Yeah, I hang my head out the window in the morning on my way to work and blow dry it then.”

I don’t think she understand that when I said “no care”, I meant that shampoo was about the extent of my morning hair care system.

She cut my hair, then told me my hair was “sassy”. “Sassy”??? What does THAT mean? She asked my next door neighbor in the adjoining chair if she liked my cut.

“Ohmygawd! It’s SOOOOO sassy!”

Somehow I don’t think “sassy” means the same thing as competent and deserving of a large salary and expense account. Oooooh, ooooooh, and a new 4WD company truck and gas credit card! For that, I’d probably have to use the blow dryer AND the curling iron.

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