This morning when I took the breeding group out to their lot, I noticed Braveheart, with nose out and neck extended, pursuing Dinah. She was NOT impressed. But after I finished chores and was heading up to the house, I noticed that she was standing still while he appeared to be romancing her, nosing (licking? I was too far away to tell) about her head and neck. Then he proceeded to try and mount the WRONG END. Great, I thought. With that level of ineptitude there will be no lambs for me next spring! Then he made me feel a bit better by trying again at the right end, but he only mounted for a split second. He's going to have to do better than that to sire anything, but at least I have finally witnessed real interest and some effort. There is hope!
The above reminds me of a calligraphed quote from John Barth hanging on my office/studio wall.
"My feeling about technique in art is that it has about the same value as technique in lovemaking. Heartfelt ineptitude has its appeal and so does heartless skill; but what you want is passionate virtuosity."Next up, with a nod to Paul Harvey: the REST of the (puppy) story!
That's it for now from . . .
Addendum: Tonight when I brought the sheep in, Braveheart's head was bloody. He knocked off both tiny scurs sometime today; one was bleeding down the side of his face. Dinah had slight bloody smudges on her neck and head from his amorous attentions. What a mess!
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My older tunis ram knocks his scurrs off at least three times a year. When there is blood on his face, I just check to make sure it is from the top of his head and I move on. The last time he did it, he had blood smeared from the tip of his nose to back past his ears; he and the corrie ram had apparently been sparring.
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