As we are adjusting our sheep to the farm and working to ensure their safety, we corral them at night. Last night was hot. Really hot. Humid. My dad and I were just about to start the evening chores when a downpour pinned us in the barn. All we could do is watch as the minutes ticked away and my plans for cooking dinner got later and later.
Finally we managed to get on the Frog (Green Honda Big Red) and make it down to the South 40 with the animals. Everyone was needy. My big mommas who are due in about 2 weeks wanted some "scratch my back" time. Which I gave them, because Hello! preganant mammas. I feel their pain. Well not really. But I scratched and petted and let them use the Frog as a scratching post.
Then we moved over to the littler pigs who were out of feed. Of course the dogs were out of feed too. We let the sheep out and began the feeding regime. To say this is an exciting time at the farm is really an understatement. If one group is out, no big deal. Two or more and chaos reigns. Well this night chaos took the throne. As soon as we put food out in the Smidley feeder every animal descended. The pigs, the dogs, the sheep, and the cows watched over the fence. OMG.
I'm not really sure why the sheep felt the need to eat with the pigs but there they were pushing their noses in and nibbling feed with the best of them. We went about our chores hoping that everyone would calm down soon. But all too soon that time when daylight is running out, strength is waning, and everyone needs to get back to their designated locations. Riiight.
I managed to get every animal into the sheep corral except the sheep. I shake the feed bags, wave my arms, call Elmo (the ram) and everyone comes except the sheep. Thank you very much. Fast forward 20 minutes and several trips through the field and I have 5 ewes in the corral. Just one ewe and a ram to go. I promise you, the more I begged, the farther away they got. And you know if you have five in, you have to watch the door so they don't come out. 25 minutes and all my patience later I finally decide to give up and stand defeated in the corral, one arm on the door thinking about how I am going to explain this fiasco when suddenly Elmo enters with his ewe behind him. I really wanted to kill him. I know, not nice but refer back to the hot and humid part and I think you will understand.
My dad and I left the pasture and as he started talking about these events, I told him that we were going to play the adult equivalent of the quiet game. Just shhh, and let me find that inner peace. Okay it didn't come to me until a hot shower and a cool glass of wine but I found it. Of course now I need a strategy for today.