Yah, that’s Lizzie, the “little” lamb we brought home–wasn’t it just yesterday?!
Last time I think you saw her she looked like this. I can’t believe how much she’s grown!
The thing is, its spring time and I have baby fever. Baby animals that is. I’m posting these photos to remind myself next time I see a cute bunny or whatever that they don’t stay little for long because, yeah, this happened last week.
There are just three. And they’re for the kids. I promise. Because I know that baby animals grow up all to quickly. I really do.
Then again, they’re pretty amusing as grown animals too.
For example, here’s a photo bomb by Harriet.
And this is Harriet and Fanny as I was leaving their pen.
Don’t leeeeeeeeave us, Mom!
And Lizzie again, trying to eat the camera’s strap. So adorbs.
So maybe not so “little,” and a long ways from “white as snow,” but know what?
Pretty fun anyway.
Right now my phone tells me it’s 7° outside. It’s supposed to be 0° by 8 o’clock tonight, with an final low of -7 by the time the day is done. The irony of having livestock is more extreme the weather the more time you have to spend out in it.
Despite a canceled church service yesterday and no school today I got up early to check on the animals first thing both mornings.
We have a heated waterer for the dog, cats, goats, and the lamb, but it still has to be checked because in these extreme temperatures not even the automatic heat works every time.
They also eat a lot more food in extremely cold temperatures!
The back entryway is a mess! The chickens waterers must be brought in and thawed so I can exchange them throughout the day. Lizzie takes her bottle twice a day by the back door, And the rest of it is littered with mud boots, scarves, hats, gloves and old towels to soak up the melted snow.
It took me 30 minutes this morning and will require another half hour tonight to make sure that all of the animals are fed and watered. But just imagine if instead of a handful of backyard animals you had a whole farm full of livestock that your livelihood depended upon!
Today in this freezing cold weather many farmers and ranchers will be outside almost all day providing for their livestock. They’ll do this today, tomorrow, and even on Christmas morning!
So thanks to all the farmers who provided my Christmas ham, yams, and eggnog!
And Merry Christmas!
How can you not just feel so sorry for this poor little thing! Sorry enough, in fact, to bring its sick little self into your house and have it take over your bathroom, never mind the natural sheep smell or the less natural odors of, well, sick sheep.
Poor little Lizzie has been following the goats around and learning from their bad examples. Goats are, in fact, pigs, and do not stop eating until they make themselves sick. Fortunately they are more well equipped to handle over eating. Sheep? Not so much… So after waking up twice in the night last night to try to get her to take more of her bottle I realized this morning she was not getting better and brought her into the house.
She is staying in the back bathroom– the one for washing up from farm work etc., which at least means she doesn’t have access to my good towels. The small bit of grain in her bowl is mildly interesting to her at the moment, which is good, and she really seems to want the electrolytes, which is great.
The orange liquid is not Gatorade, its the electrolytes!
The veterinarian came out this morning and gave her a shot, made sure she was drinking warm water, and gave directions for her to stay in the house till she’s eating normally again. Thanks Dad! 🙂
So here’s hoping Lizzie is better soon, and this is me being grateful we have a 15 pound baby lamb instead of a 100 pound calf, because yes, you bring those in the house too!
Tags: calf, lamb, sheep, sick
In the six days I’ve owned a lamb I’ve learned they are only slightly easier than baby chicks to keep alive. The advantage of sheep is they are large enough to avoid predators like opossums or raccoons. Their main disadvantage is that they baa loudly, inviting coyotes for a four county area into the backyard. I’m thinks about setting out a guest book to see who travels farthest.
The new lamb has also reminded me how much the goats have grown! This morning I set out to trim the goats’ hooves. Trimming should be done every three months or so and my calendar kindly reminded me yesterday that this job needed to be done in December. Last time I trimmed Harriet and Fanny’s hooves I held them with my legs and trimmed with both hands.
As you can see, the much larger animals were not so easy. I had Brian get a few more shots of the process and then he had to help me hold them. Thank goodness, because Fanny’s hooves were pretty pointy, despite the fact that I trimmed them at the beginning of October. A goat in the wild would be climbing rocks and such, wearing down the hoof material, but soft grass just isn’t doing that for these girls! Since feet are vitally important to animals 😉 caring for them should be top priority for goat owners. I think I’ll set my next calendar reminder for February, instead of March!
By February I imagine Lizzie’s toes will need trimming as well. Thank goodness the chickens will be fine! If only they’d finish molting and get back to laying eggs. Animal ownership– gotta love it!!
Tomorrow I’m hosting my family’s Thanksgiving, so you can guess what I was up early this morning accomplishing. That’s right. Bottle feeding the lamb. And if you were unaware that Marshall Farms had a bottle lamb, well, don’t feel left out. I only found out yesterday myself.
We started looking for a lamb this past spring, about the time I came home with goats instead. And when I say “we” I actually mean I called out veterinarian to ask if he could keep his eye out for a good lamb for us. This is not a normal veterinary service, by the way. Out vet is my Dad. :). He had a specific farmer he wanted to get our lamb from and we found out this farmer plans lambing for fall, not spring. And yesterday, just as I was dropping Brett off to work cows with Grandpa, an emergency lambing call came in. Not exactly sure how it happened, but there is now a three week old lamb in the chicken coop!
I think her name is going to be Lizzie, in keeping with the Jane Austen characters the goats are named for. However, MaryAnn and Eleanor are also on the list. Brett wants “Last Born.”. Nuff said. Anna has recently named everything a version of Lacey, but there is no way we are showing a sheep named Licey. Daddy is all for Lamb Chops. Clearly, I get to make this decision. Bt I’ll make the decision later, because I really am having Thanksgiving here tomorrow!!!