This morning was my flock's annual voluntary scrapie program inspection. The lady arrived early and was outta here before our scheduled appointment - the advantage of a small flock and a prepared report!
Yesterday morning I took Bronwen and Bramble out of the lamb group and put them out with the three adult ewes. I still need to roo/shear Inky; the cool spell we're having gives me more time. Her daughter Bramble's fleece seems to attract debris as badly as Inky's does, so when I get the chance, I'm going to pick out all I can and see if my size C coat will fit her.
That leaves the three little boys in the lamb group. Brava's brown boys will be going to a wonderful pet home soon, which will be a sad day for Blackberry. Can't put him with the ewes for obvious reasons, and can't put him with Braveheart and Browning because he'd get beat up! That's the DISadvantage of a small flock....
Most of today Braveheart and Browning have been tied along the wooded lot fence to trim the grass. (Brian has been outside to report any entanglement problems, of which there were none.)
Unless someone comes along with an offer on Braveheart, he's staying here another breeding season. Logistics for the ram I was buying became problematic, so I decided to go with what I have for this fall. Four-square, typey-tailed Braveheart will be put with narrow-based Inky and wooly-tailed Brava. Although I would love to get another Blanche from a Dinah and Braveheart pairing, I will probably let Blackberry have a chance to see what he can produce with Dinah; the results could be clothed in black, moorit, white, moorit gulmoget or black gulmoget!
After the inspector left and I turned all the sheep out, Lucy 2 moved in to scratch in the bedding. She has become quite the endearing fixture around here! Yesterday she squatted as I walked near, and let me reach out and stroke her back. This morning Brian caught her in the sheepfold, then had me hold her while he dug her a worm. She waited calmly with me, and ate the worm from his fingers like a regular pet. Brian tried to convince me to put her in with our chickens; call me crazy but I didn't. She's not ours, after all, and I'm afraid the other hens would pick on her, even though she hangs out on the other side of the fence with them most of the day. Mostly, I just like having her around, running free but choosing to be near.
That's it for now at . . .