Here’s some lamb pics from earlier this week.
I am not going to make any predictions, I’ve learnt at least that much with sheep the last few years, but he is going in the right direction and we’re going to let him spend the day hanging out with his flock tomorrow and see how that goes.
He’s got enough energy that he’s no longer easy to grab for checking his healing progress. Which is good news.
The rest of the flock is doing ok, but we’ll try to check them later this week to see if they have anything going on. Nobody looks to have the telltale matted wet wool when I’m giving hay though, which is good. Apparently this time of year even in this climate is when flystrike is likeliest to occur, not high summer. We should be out of risk season by the next of September though. It’s getting cooler, the 50 degree nights are definitely speeding his recovery even if the 85 degree days are not exactly helping it.
No pictures, went ahead and called the vet. Husband and I had to shear/trim the infected areas where, well, flies had gotten in. DO NOT IMAGE SEARCH FOR FLY STRIKE OR FLYSTRIKE. Unless you have a strong stomach.
Apparently it happens to lambs even in cooler climates like ours. Hopefully the little guy will pull through.
Sokka, in the eternal quest for that leaf on the other side of the fence, got his horns stuck overnight and couldn’t move for hours. Ironically, if he’d had scurs, there is a good chance they would have just snapped off. But he has true horns. I was not certain until this incident, but I sure found out right away. Anyway because it was just his horns, his only problem was dehydration and fatigue.
I found him because I always make sure there are 14 sheep in the field when I give hay or pellets and go looking if they aren’t all there. And there were only 13. So I go up the mountain and find him stuck and breathing hard. I got him some water and massaged his legs, which had gone to sleep when the rest of him hadn’t. He had a lot of trouble standing upright, but still had an appetite and took the water, so we were optimistic. He was scared, but willing to try standing once he had some water in him.
I stayed with him for a while, letting him try to stand and keeping him from rolling onto his back. By the time my husband could be home to help, he was limp-walking on his own for a few feet. We got some Nutri-Drench in him and he rallied after that, walking all the way down the mountain to join the flock. They were solicitous and welcomed him back.
So far he is eating and drinking pretty normally, and spending a lot of time sitting around. If he makes it through today, he is probably fine. And as is always the case with the sheep, once he was walking normally, he moved away from the two-legs who saved his life as fast as his little lamb legs could take him.
How to butcher a delicious ram of slightly more than one year in age, aka a hoggett ram.
It took about three hours, mostly because it was being done without the benefits of a block and tackle. Hoggett is just lamb a few months past a year, so still perfectly tender and delicious and a long way from mutton town.
Ram Tamer says “Scottie is now yummy yummy.”
…was messy but went decently (no contamination of anything we wanted to keep). 66lbs of meat plus offal was the approximate final tally, which means a live weight of about 200lbs. He did have a full belly though, because we weren’t planning to slaughter this weekend for sure, so we didn’t restrict his food to reduce that.
More on Monday, including pictures!
A friendly acquaintance needed to find their chickens a more rustic home, so we offered to take them since we were wanting to try chickens over ducks this year. Pictures hopefully this weekend, my husband is working out the final roaming/run area for them. Right now they are parked in our front yard and getting stirred up by a very silly little big girl.
Speaking of, I might call her Ram Tamer, since that is what she’s done. Our rams now will stand still for petting due to her valiant and persistent efforts at feeding them by hand. They are “right” kind of tame, not the kind of tame where you can get head butted (which usually is from roughhousing with lambs too often).