My wee little lambs aren’t so little anymore, in fact they are almost as big as their mommas! Still, as the youngest members of the flock they get pushed around a bit by the older sheep and because of that I have a hard time having one on one interactions with them. Every time I try to give treats of scratches to the lambs, one of the older sheep comes along and pushes them out of the way! The result is very shy, skittish lambs. This isn’t ideal for any of the sheep, but is a real problem with little ewes that will eventually be bred. I need to be able to easily handle them during their pregnancies and after lambing to make sure they stay healthy, and I need them to trust me to help out during lambing if they have problems.
Thankfully my mom offered to help me out with my shy lambs by taking two of them to her farm for lots of one on one attention. Hopefully this will make them more confident and friendly!
The lambs and their moms separated in the barn the night before their trip to make them easy to catch in the morning
Liisu settled in for the ride
Liisu and LeeLoo meeting their new flock
Settling in into their new stall
We want to explore our new pasture!!
People often ask me “why” I raise sheep and I don’t have a very good answer for them. Nothing concise and definite. Its just that, well, I like having sheep (and other livestock). A little bit of it is my independent streak enjoying the self sufficiency of it, I suppose, but that is more of a justification than a real reason. If I feel stressed or depressed or anxious or any of those other pesky negative emotions the best therapy, for me, is to do something active outside. I’m not much into sports, though, so my “therapy” is either gardening or working with the animals. I never feel as good as when I’m thoroughly exhausted and sore after a fruitful day of hard work on the farm. I’ve never felt so much unbridled fear and confusion as when I experienced my first lambing and thought that the baby was dead (she just walked around with the face sticking out for what seemed like forever!) but the other side of that is the overwhelming joy and amazement that I felt when the little lamb actually started to move and I realized that everything was ok (she ended up being a beautiful, healthy little ewe lamb we named Liisu). I’ve never felt so powerless as when one of the goats, Thelma, ate some bad mushrooms and was listless and had diarrhea for days. I expected her to be dead every time I went out to check on her. But when she pulled through and got better on her own (there isn’t anything you can do when they eat something like that, other than try to keep them hydrated) I realized something important. Yes, I am a control freak. But when you connect to nature and life at its foundations you lose that, admittedly false, sense of control. Every step you take closer to nature puts you a step closer to the wild chaos that is life at its essence. And as a life long control freak, I find that to be challenging and difficult, but also exhilarating. With dirt under my fingernails, hair nibbled by kids and numerous unmentionable bodily fluids staining my shirt (we did just finish lambing and shearing season, after all..) I’m slowing learning to release my iron grip on control. After all, most of it was never in my control to begin with!
Kelly with baby Liisu