Sokka looks pretty torn up, but it’s all signs of healthy skin regrowth and wound closure.
It looks burnt because the medicinal sprays and healed scabs are flaking off.
Yes, I am looking at your flank.
Badgerface, his momma, is all blue on one side because he’s been rubbing up against her for comfort despite being weaned.
He gets in and scraps for hay and grazes out in the pasture now, he’s gaining weight. Probably can’t expect any fleece, but he is likely to be in good shape by October if his healing continues to progress. This is rapid recovery, normally it would be another week or even longer to see this level of improvement.
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.
We managed to get all the lambs vaccinated with their initial shots today. As is the case with many folks who do not farm full-time, we have been trying to change our electronet over to other types of fencing, but we aren’t done yet, so it’s still up. Our solution to the entanglement issue is boosting the charge with a plug-in charger instead of a solar one. And it’s only on one side instead of two, so that’s a sort of progress.
We also got the shearing for spring done, I may offer some of that in July, it looks much nicer than I thought it would. I hope to have some more pictures up Monday of the sheared sheep. In the meantime, here is a picture of some ferns.
Grey and Ripley love hanging out up here in the shade. I wouldn’t enjoy sticks under me, but I’m no sheep.
You can really see the slope and how they tore into the blackberry here.
This was much more brownish-yellow before the sheep got to it.
Now that’s the start of some soil fertility.
Not a golf course yet, but maybe someday? Hehe.
Miracle or mundane?
The sheep are doing a pretty decent job. As much as we fret about how terrible and sparse our pasture is, right now the sheep cannot eat as fast as new growth comes in, and that’s from all their stompyfoot and grazing and pooping. So it is getting better, but the process is years-long no matter how hungry the little sheeps are. (The older kids call them “sheeps”).