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Jim Reports:
Our lives got a lot more complicated last Sunday when we began caring for two bummer lambs. (Pictured above is my cousin (twice removed) Martha Rawles, with three bummer lambs, circa 1948.) Lily will give you most of the details on the lambing. But I would like to relate just one of our experiences, from Friday:
We had one of our ewes penned in a corner of the west sheep corral, using an 8-foot heavy wire mesh cattle panel, to form a triangular pen. The ewe was already in there with her own lamb. Lily got in with her, and I handed the two bummer lambs over the fence to her, to try to encourage some foster milking. When I also handed her a pan of alfalfa pellets to keep the foster mama ewe occupied, the other sheep in the main part of the pen got jealous, and three of them vigorously stuck their heads through the panel, trying to get at the delectable pellets. Lily was sitting butt on the ground with legs outstretched. Their heads were pushing on Lily’s back, and meanwhile mama ewe had her flank against Lily’s face and was straddling Lily’s outstretched legs. Lily was doing her best to get the two bummer lambs to latch on to the foster mom’s teats. This was quite the chaotic rodeo, all in a small space. It reminded me of the old Army rejoinder: “What a Goat Rope!” Needless to say, Lily is quite the Trooper! One could see that she was enjoying every minute of the process and didn’t care a lick about being stepped on and pushed around. A wife like her is a keeper.
I’m still deep in firewood cutting season. Our still-at-home daughter has been helping me with the wood stacking. She has also been dragging limbs out to a slash pile. We’ll burn that this coming fall.
Today, I’m attending a gun show in Post Falls, Idaho, but I won’t have tables there. I’m just walking the show, looking for pre-1899 cartridge guns, to replenish my Elk Creek Company inventory.
Now, Lily’s part of the report…