Yesterday, Maggie was sheared and we gave everyone the last of their Heptavac booster injection (active immunisation of sheep as an aid in the control of lamb dysentery, pulpy kidney, struck, tetanus, braxy, blackleg, black disease and clostridial metritis – Missy died of one of these ghastly diseases so I vowed to never lose a sheep to this.) It is expensive as you can only get the bottle for a minimum of 25 doses and have to use it within 10 hours of opening the bottle. I give the rest away.
Maggie was hand-sheared which was fascinating to watch. Our shearer is very experienced (and good) at this.
Afterwards, everyone went out into their field whereupon Harrel spent the next 24 hours shouting his head off to anyone who would listen that his Mother had “gone”.
He was totally unconsoleable and very loud.
Maggie looked wonderful.
She has put on weight. A perfect size.
But there was no telling Harrel.
He couldn’t believe his Mum would just leave him like this.
What was she thinking?
Dear Maggie followed him around while Harrel had his histrionics.
She was only “quite” concerned. Not very.
Harrel is a wee fatty and would be fine if he was weaned.
Poor Harrel – he felt utterly desolate.
All alone in the world.
And then there was this strange “velvet” covered sheep that kept following him around.
I mean what’s that all about?
Note – Harrel is a bit quieter today, so hopefully they have been reunited as Maggie has been there all the time. He is also very tired.