Now personally I don’t believe in letting sheep have Facebook accounts and a presence on social media, but there are times when you read some posts and you being to suspect that others are not of this opinion and have set up the accounts for their domesticated animals.
But it has to be said that we’ve half a dozen ladies who, at the moment might as well be spending their time on Facebook.
Part way through pregnancy, all the ewes were scanned, and then split up into groups depending on how many lambs they were carrying. Those carrying three need especially pampering and so pampering they got.
When they were eventually brought in to lamb they were put in one shed with plenty of bedding and ‘left to get on with it.’
Most did. So much so that the individual pens in the shed are now used to house other ewes who’ve lambed elsewhere and can take time to properly bond with their lambs and come to their full milk production.
The last six due to give birth to triplets watch this process with benign contempt and slouch about in comfort, looking heavier and heavier.
Now once they lamb, they’ll have a couple of days in an individual pen and then they’ll be out into a field with their lambs to get on with life. After all, outside is their environment and they’re supposed to be happier there.
But what with all this global warming and climate change and whatever, this March has been as miserable as any we’ve had recently. The death of Terry Pratchett merely added to the gloom. And these six ladies have peered through the bars of the gate, weighed the job in the balance, and have obviously decided that, do you know what? Inside, on straw, with someone bringing a lunch tray round a couple of times a day, and silage there should you fancy a nibble between meals; seems a better option.
So far it’s been well over a week since anybody lambed in that building. In the others, mothers are popping lambs out and leading them out heroically into the bright new world.
But these six, legs firmly crossed, seem to be hanging on for better weather, warm spring breezes and the promise of new grass.