Gus keeps climbing into round bale feeder ring, where he poops, turning it all into a mess. He ignores me when I shout at him from the house, but shoosts our when I approach. I’m caught between a poop filled feeder and the Scottish Highland being able to eat. Solutions, keep the feeder so full he can’t get in, or take him to butcher, or buy a different hay ring and take the Scottish Highland to butcher.
Had to buy sheep meds yesterday as one of the boy lambs is sickly. When I got home with it yesterday, he was lying by their hay feeder, bum up but head down. So he was easy to catch 🤣. Squirted a dose into his mouth, and righted him and he wobbled over to the other sheep. This morning, he was down again - I thought he was dead, but no, he was just frothing at the mouth and couldn’t get up. I picked him up and carried him out the pen, and promptly fell on the ice while trying to step over the electric fence wire, dropping him and hurting myself. Put him in the garage, squirted another parasite dose into his mouth, that stuff must taste good as the sheep seem to like it, then mixed up some molasses in warm water and gave him a syringe full in the mouth - minerals and a sugar boost. Left him lying down on a pile of newspapers, thanks to Lisa breaking the newspaper box and spreading them over half the garage floor and went to make a cup of tea. Went back to check on him, gone. So were Sheila and Lisa, Sheila had slipped the lead. Asked Anni where the sheep was, and followed her to the chicken house, where I found him happily munching the poultrys’ corn. Cheeky bugger. Walked him back into the sheep pen, and saw him eating hay when I filled their feeder. Will keep an eye on him, as he is booked in to the butcher Christmas week with his half brothers, and he needs to pick up some weight.
For Thanksgiving we had fish tacos after sitting in the hot tub once Herbie arrived home just before 5pm. It’s become our “us” time and we miss it when we don’t have it, like last night, I was back late from estate saling with Jackie, and had to get a bale of hay from the field for the cows, nurse the sick sheep, check there were no eggs to freeze in the cold, give the dogs fresh water, so Herbie was alone. Want to laugh ?? Herbie wants a robe ! My fault, I suppose, as I said I was thinking of getting him one for his birthday as it’s much easier to wear a robe to and from the hot tub than struggle with sweats ! Needless to say, he’s now borrowing my warm, fuzzy one which is bigger than my thinner one from South Africa. And he’s wearing the slippers I bought him about 10 years ago ! I’ve ordered one for his birthday, should arrive next week as we couldn’t find one in the stores, and I’ll get mine back.
I met the neighbour from across the road, Todd, he was the one that put the note in our door about the dogs chasing deer last month. I explained to him I understood they ran the risk of being shot, and that Lisa had a bullet wound earlier this year, but he confirmed that he only saw the slower dog with more white. Sheila runs like the wind, with Lisa following behind slower, which is why she’s the one that gets shot at. Not fair, as Sheila has taught her to go run-about, although I think Lisa taught her to chase deer, but maybe not. When they got back home around 6 hours later, Sheila had lost her vest, and smelt like the river. Lisa loped in a good 5 minutes later - I was beginning to panic.
Tomorrow we have to do a bit of grocery shopping and I’d like to bring the rest of the bales up from the hayfield, and tackle my hoophouse door again, and maybe even get the chicken house cleaned out ! Wishful thinking. We’ll probably have a late breakfast, and catch up on some movies after doing the shopping.
My aunt is down in Tennessee, she and my dad leave tomorrow for their uncles’ in Texas and then my dad pops over to Mexico to get his new teeth attached to the posts. I’m going to the dentist on Thursday for a check-up and clean, as I had to rush to him earlier this week when my crown came out.