Middlest wanted to breed her sheep again, and in keeping with my decree "Thou shalt not continue to accumulate sheep!", the wethers had to go on to a home, or the chop shop before the ram could spend quality romantic time with the ewes. My friend, Jessica, graciously offered to give the wethers a home, so, hie thee to the south. They packed up their bags and hit the road.
The tracks of the truck weren't dry on the lane before Cesar the Ram was turned loose with Dancer and Dolores. So, in 143 days, we can start lookin' for lambies. Cute, they are! That is an early date, and I suspect the sheep aren't going to breed in the heat, will wait for the early fall, and the babes will be in the early spring, but in order to have bigger lambs for the shows, the idea is to breed early, have lambs in the dead of winter (hopefully not dead lambs, as the winter is well, cold, and lambs like to be warm..) and then they are ready for show/sale by summer. Idealogy can be misleading.
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| Eli and Everest in their new digs. |
I even got a wonderful, rambling phone message from the sheep's new family, saying they are enjoying the boys and they are perfect, except for their desire to poop on the front porch and enter the house if possible. Yes, an open door is their invitation.
I got the message on my way home from the Ohio State University Galbreath Equine Hospital (Center? I should know these things, but add to the list). In the trailer behind Blondie was Oslo, one tumor short of when we left home this morning. The nasty bit on his ear was excised by the equine surgical staff, Dr. Liz Santschi presiding. He was very good and patient and put up with all the messing about his ear quite nattily. It had gotten to be a sight, all big and bleedy and crusty. Plus, he wasn't overfond of having it cleaned and treated, so now it's gone, and here's hoping it doesn't come back!
Two days, two pressing matters off the list. Only about a gajillion left to go.. what will be most urgent next?
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