Yesterday we got to visit with the surgeon...again. I'm starting to feel like a repeat offender. I can't imagine how miserable I must have looked on my previous visits but yesterday I got the distinct impression that people were discreetly checking me out before they dared to ask me how I was and the prevailing comment was....." you're smiling".....like it was something unusual !!!
I'm doing great, I'm back down at the barn and loving it !!!
Little Chance is growing by the minute, she now recoginzes that the magic teat will appear morning noon and night and that little lady is ready and waiting ! Sadly whilst Chance is thriving some of the little ones who were born as part of a set of twins or triplets are not doing quite so well. Sometimes Moms have an udder that could satiate quads (and them some more) and then there are the moms that were not quite as well endowed and those little lambs struggle through their early days. Sometimes mom recognizes a lamb that is not quite as agressive or a little one that is not as strong and she will concentrate on the stronger lamb. Nature can be very cruel. Fortunately, Greg is aware of the ewes that are not quite measuring up in the mom sweepstakes and he keeps a very careful eye on the babies that are not thriving with mom. Recognizing a frail lamb is only the first stage in salvation...catching and persuading a weak lamb to take a "pretend mom" is the real challenge. Hanging on to a wriggling ball of fluff, keeping a little red teat in its mouth and actually getting the little monster to swallow is the real art. Once "Larry" the lamb has latched on to a real breathing momma, that plastic Cola bottle and Greg is a VERY poor second. So, at the moment, numbers 21 and 22 belong to a mom with the assets of Twiggy on a good day and their feeding regime has to be supplemented without upsetting the balance of nature and ewe moms feelings !!!!....little ones need a warm mom to cuddle up with when the night is cold and long.
Well, it's still raining, the horses came back to the barn like drowned rats, Alissia and Danielle, the doelings all but gave up the will to live, the chickens all migrated into the hen house and Molly Moo and Dolly just pointed their dewy muzzles out the barn door and waited for the rain to stop. Up here at the house, Greg got the first Chicken Pot Pie I have ever made..and it put a big smile on his face. I can't say I will ever be able to repeat it but thats the way I like it....like a box of chocolates..".you never know what you have got ...." So, tomorrow is another day, I still haven't received my wedding invitation to the wedding of the year so I guess that means I wont be in London toasting the Royal Couple in two weeks and strangely.....I'm not too concerned, there is more than enough going on here at the moment. These past few weeks have been brain numbing..but there is a light at the end of the tunnel......and I'm on my way there !!!! Take care, keep safe, M