It has definitely been a while since I last wrote something here, but I finally made it! Yep, it’s me, Nanoo Nanoo, back online. I have not written anything since prior to lambing. Since then I, like so many of my fellow flock mates, have been busy caring for my new lamb. Unbelievably she is nearly 60 days old. I thought of writing something sooner, but then we got to go out on pasture for the first time this year. That is so wonderful and exciting that I just plan forgot that I have been designated the flock scribe and have the sworn duty to present the sheep view fairly and without bias!
Before I attempt to bring everyone up to date with flock life, I would like to thank Queso, my good buddy and flock photographer, for filling in for me while I was busy with my new lamb. Queso did a yeoman job with her interview with the Nice Lady. Queso has begged off further written assignments…she is more into graphics than the written word. Anyway, thanks Queso for filling in for me.
My lamb was born March 26th. She is a ewe; everyone calls her “Wambam”, so I guess that is how she will be known. She is adorable (what else can a doting mother say?), and she has already learned that being friendly to the grumpy old shepherd guy can earn her lots of extra points. So I think she has a future with the flock. The shepherds are beginning to fit the chosen lambs with jackets. I am pretty sure that I heard them talking about Wambam getting a jacket when she is two months old. That is usually a good sign that they want her to stay. I am also a grandmother again. Daughters Pookie had twins and Toodles a single. In addition I am now a great grandmother, as Pookie’s Ulayla had twins.
We finally got to go out on pasture. Today is the 13th day that we have been out. Has it ever been nice!
The chickens got out four days ahead of us. Can you believe that! The old bearded shepherd guy was mumbling something about there being enough grass for birds but not for us. For the first eight days it was just us ewes who have lambs who were allowed out. Then this week the retired ladies, including my mom, Mindy, joined us. We are still waiting for last year’s lambs, including my girl, Va Va Voom, to come with us. The grumpy guy says that there has not yet been enough grass for all of us. Grudgingly I have to admit that he is right. It just does not seem to want to rain like it should this time of year. At least it has been cool, so the grass is still growing, but just not as fast as we are accustomed to. It has been nice just to be out in the sun and fresh air.
The lambs have had a grand time. This year’s brunch has been really quite smart learning all about electric fences and how we work our way out to the various pastures.
After all, we are already out on the back five acres. That is a quarter of a mile walk from the barn. Except for one day when Waldemar and Wesley were goofing around in the barn and got left behind, all of the lambs have made it on their own. (Boy, was the old shepherd even grumpier when he had to catch Wesley and carry him all the way out. At least Waldemar figured it out once they got him out of the barn.)
We have even had visitors out on pasture. The people who stay up at the place they call “the House” have been out to schmooze with us. The Bobolinks also arrived back from Argentina this week. It is always interesting to hear about our Corriedale cousins down on the pampas. So, all in all life is going well for us. Got to go…there is grass to be eaten!