We had lambs yesterday, (it was ‘Favorites Wednesday so I had to make you wait…) a black and white ram lamb and a lilac ewe lamb out of our two year old Celeste and sired by our strapping four horned lilac ram, Dub. The first lambs of the year and my horse barn has turned in to a sheep barn. We’ve put plywood across the horse stall entries and seperated the ewes into three categories; with child but not lambing soon, lambing soon, and have lambs. Our stalls are large, 12×24 and we have a 12×12 we’re using as a ‘bonding’ stall or ‘jug.’ It is working out okay and the horses have a lean-to off the side to stay out of the weather.
Abby, our LGD, has taken quite a vigilence and checks on her babies frequently.
Being only five months old, we know that she is going to be quite the livestock guard dog, she has such instinct and is enthralled with those lambs –much to their mother’s disapointment.
Abby tried and tried to do an army crawl into the stall to just be by the lamb’s sides but she was kindly shown the door a few times by Celeste. Abby wouldn’t take no for an answer and so took a more passive position and accepted just staying at the threshold.
She would sometimes leave the lamb’s stall and go to check on the other sheep through a hole in the plywood (thanks to our other ram, Dudley — interior pine board siding is in the plan).
“Why is she letting that dog spy on us?” Sophia says to Maud, both being very prego.
Meanwhile 2B our barn kitty looks on… what a bunch of peeping toms! Ha ha ha. Hee hee. Ho. Ahh… (pun intended, but he is ‘fixed’ it just… sounded good)!
The horses, feeling cast out, gathered around outside wondering what all the fuss is about.
“Lambs? Who cares about those little snivley things? Where’s the food!?”
I’ve also decided that my horses aren’t shades of dun, they’re actually trendy barn colors; weathered siding, aged copper, rust.
So, to celebrate our new arrivals Annie and I took a spin on Deere.
Bouncing down our old dirt road is a favorite past time, and puts her to sleep quite well.
We came back to our trusty five month old pooch, waiting patiently to come back from her shift of lamb watching.
She’s a good doggy. And did I mention she’s the same size, exactly, as our boxer mix and our border collie mix… already?!