Category Archives: Sheep

Lambie’s Not Right

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Lambie has been acting strangely over the past few days. How do you tell, I hear you ask.  Well, as his Muzzah, I just know.

I am telling myself it’s the weather, and everyone is cooped up which Lambie particularly hates.  He likes his personal space and avoids hassle.  He not eating his regular food, says he can’t use his private dining-room and just stands there looking even more confused than usual.

So he is now eating a combination of horse beet flakes (dried) and a handful of hen food (whole wheat grains), plus TumerAid and he seems to like that better.  As long as I can keep him eating, I think there is hope.

This afternoon, Floss said Lambie was grinding his teeth when she saw him so tomorrow, when I’ve got him by himself, I will give him some Inflacam – painkiller.  Maybe it is the cold weather affecting his arthritis, which he’s had since he was a very young lad (bone on bone, the vet said after many bouts of Joint Ill).  Maybe Lambie has come out in sympathy for me and this sciatica.  I don’t know so today I let him have a Duvet Day along with ‘Ster for company.  I left them a big bowl of food and the end of the haynets to finish. I think he just stayed indoors, a bit like me then.  I don’t like when Lambie’s not himself.  Hopefully as the weather turns back to normal and so do all the routines, he will feel himself again.

We are one. ❤️    ❤️ (he did manage to choke down an Animal Cracker or ten which I gave to him when no one was looking).

Not Great

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Currently, I equate my life with the game, Snakes and Ladders.

Today I fell down a long snake and am back to square 1 with leg and back pain, etc.  I am very miserable, especially as yesterday it felt like I had turned a corner and things were going to get back to normal.

There is nothing I can do about it. Just keep on resting and doing gentle exercise – only getting up to help do the horses. OH and Floss are being marvellous.  I could not do any of this without them.

Of course, no horse or pony of mine is helpful, though today Kolka managed to swallow her pride or ego and let the little ones share a haynet.

Vitamin was being forced to share her’s (though I don’t know if she can actually eat it, but she was trying) with Gussie, who thinks all this food around is great.

Iacs, at the back, has been standing by himself a lot and that worries me.  He does eat, though.

Floss kindly gave him his own separate haynet which I limped over and specifically showed him, but he ran away saying Haakon had looked at him funny and he would rather starve.

Ditto Fivla but she had just finished a massive bucket of food so she was probably just digesting after eating herself to a standstill.

Newt has a death wish and just goes around secretly sniffing equine ladies’ derrières.  Big mistake.

So that’s me. Not great. The animals are all outside which I tell myself is actually much better for them. They have food, water, shelter and rugs.  Please be outside horses!

More Snow Pictures

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My back is still giving me problems so, while I have Flossie here, I am making the most of it and lying in bed all day getting up only to feed the animals.

As Floss was going out to lug water (apparently it is called the “Farmer’s Carry” in the gym), I gave her my phone and asked her to take some photos of her surroundings and anyone else she happened upon.  I stayed lying on my bed.

The horses and ponies have had two fields to dig for grass in.  This is the stream which is completely covered over – something I have never seen before.

The drifts are pretty good too.

Everyone is pleased to be outside.

 

Except for Fivla and Vitamin who have taken up residence in their container.  I did show Haakon, Iacs and Kolka the containers.  Haakon thought I was actually mad expecting anyone to go inside.  Iacs and Kolka went in and came straight out.  Still, they know where they are if they want shelter.

Anyway, tonight we have left everyone outside having had two suppers, along with copious haynets hanging everywhere and fresh water.  The wind has died down and those that need have rugs.  Floss and I decided everyone needed to stop seeing us as their servants and start being horses and ponies again.

Coming Home

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My evening chores (photos and film taken by Daisy)……

It is around 3 p.m. and the light is going fast.  Firstly, the ducks come and find me.

I call out for the first three to go to bed. They are my original duck family from this year (mum, son and daughter).  There is food in their shed waiting.  It makes a good incentive.

Then I feed any ducks who are still outside.  Some have already gone to their shed early to join the chickens.

Then I tell the remainder to go to bed and I take extra food for the others who didn’t come down earlier.

Next, if the sheep are not waiting at the gate of their field to come in, I shout for them to come home.

(They are only running fast because the ponies have heard and are following them, which Lambie finds very scary.)

“I am running Muzzah, I am running so fast!”

The reward for returning home is some Animal Crackers that I happen to have about my person – a Christmas treat for everyone sheepy.  They love them.

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First Contact

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Floss, aka our Queen of Sheep, and I went for a lovely walk and obviously the dogs came too. We walked to the furthest end of the field where the sheep were sitting.

‘Bert saw Flossie and immediately went to talk to her. He is such a dude.

Note the “happy tail”. Sheep, like dogs, wag their tails when they’re happy – it’s the sweetest thing.  It always makes me smile when they do it.

However, Lambie was not in tail-wagging mood.

While Flossie was talking to ‘Bert, Gussie was trying to decide whether to come up and join in too.  He will talk to me, but he doesn’t know Flossie really.  He suffers from “Stranger Danger”.  His mum, Dahlia, taught him well.

Barrel rolled up too and I could see Gussie thinking that talking to Flossie might be a grand idea.

And he slowly came up to her.

So brave.

Nearly!

It won’t take long before Gussie is talking like the others to our Queen of Sheep.  Mostly he ignores what his mother said to him anyway.