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I have such mixed feelings about Patterdale, our first and only bottle baby. She seemed so vulnerable when she first arrived and then as she started to grow in our breakfast nook, yattering away to be sure we knew she was there and needed milk — all the time. Both Steve and I had to resist the urge to smother […]
When last we met Patterdale, she was just a few days old, traumatized by her mother’s rejection, confused by her wanderings in the Maternity Ward, wishing she could have continued as Tolcarne’s adoptee, and a bit uncertain about her prospects in the makeshift pen in our breakfast nook. Not to mention the nearly hourly strife of going nose-to-nose with […]
It was a dark and stormy morning last Thursday. I was in town and Steve was running the lambing operation solo. Delighted to find Fulmar with a big (5 lbs, 4 oz) ewe lamb in the area reserved for pregnant ewes, he jugged them and then went about the normal routine of quieting the din […]
When last we met to discuss signs of spring, the topic was chicken eggs. It’s about time to re-direct attention to Soay sheep, don’t you think? Every year along about January or early February, our previous spring’s ram lambs — what I refer to loosely as our “yearlings” — begin an impressive growth spurt which by the end of summer will take them nearly […]
As regular readers of this blog have learned, I am crazy about Soay sheep and so is Steve. Both of us are prepared to ascribe all sorts of wondrous attributes and talents to them, justified or not. However, Soay are no good at all in predicting the approach of spring. Try as we might, we have […]
No sooner had the post about making pies from the blackberry thickets our Soay sheep have not yet eradicated hit the web than I received an e-mail from my college roommate (class of 1969, in the interests of full disclosure) alerting me to a terrific website created and run by one of our other classmates. Life intervened, as […]