FUNNY FARM!

Mark is away on business, I'm now the farmer in charge. My duties are to keep Tyra &Kizzy our 11 yr old black lab alive, she is having problems, like strokes..~
So Tyra is a cross between a sheep & People. A SHEEPLE. Still confused. She has been movin' on up...AND OUT!! Yeah for OUT!She loved the dog kennel in the garage, so we moved that into the horse trailer. Today after feeding her bottle to her, I decided she need excercise. I tried the fenced in back yard thing today. She did ok, until she saw me on the back deck. She spent her afternoon looking in the french doors, AT US! Kind of bizarre. I had stair excercises with her, she will follow everything I do. SO this Tyra thing...What are we going to do? She is so sweet, obedient, but this is kinda mean, her gene pool is UGLY!!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Officially Sheep Farmers....

This is Cliff, he is one of our good friends, that drug us down into the sheep farming....but when you are on the greenbelt you do what you have to do! We now know what a shepherd's cane is for...notice the picture. He grabbed a mom with it, to feed "Retard". The poor lamb really is retarded, it was a twin, it's legs are the turned in, it's mom rejected it, so Cilff grabs another mom from the herd to let it eat.
On President's day we had three babies born! Chase got to have a sleep over with us, and hang out with Uncle Mark for the day. He worked hard! We still have Tyra at the house, she is now in the horse trailer, eating about four times a day now....she still doesn't know what she is. Gary and Jenn claim that Mark was on the four wheeler with it! Poor thing cries all day.



 

 
 
 
 

 
 
 
 

 
 
 
 

More Sheep!

 
 
 
 

It's Valentines not Easter!

Unexpected baby. That is what I now have. Only I didn't get nine months to prepare myself. I know it's a lamb, but it is definetly a baby. A newborn. Her mom,& twin died during the birthing process, you don't want details, gruesome. Mark bought milk replacer, and we are now bottle feeding her. Just like a newborn. She is a week old today, I think I have the baby blues.
Symptoms:
* Tired
* Anxiety
* Guilt
* Trapped
I am thinking these are a few things I feel. Tired of making bottles, washing bottles, waking up in the night to wake Mark up to go feed her, which leads me to anxiety. Anxiety because if she doesn't eat much at one feeding, then I'm sure she is getting sick. If you feed her too much, she gets the scours. She is now in a kennel in the garage, anxiety because it's cold! This leads to guilt, a kennel. What kind of life is that? Plus it's cold, we do have straw in it, and covered with a blanket, lambs are meant for outside, right? I put her in our fenced back yard yesterday to play, she got scared, and was hiding behind a bike, took me awhile to find her. Guilt because she has no one to play with. Trapped, I had to be home to feed her every three hours, but things are better, we can go about five hours! But no all day adventures for me, no trips, getaways, nada. We've had bummer lambs before, but usually four at a time, in the SPRING! I was informed our herd of sheep are "Show Stock", so they have to be born early to be big for show. It's a good thing she is so sweet, she doesn't know what she is, but she is sweet. Tomorrow, we'll pimp out the horse trailer for her!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Happy Birthday!