Shearing time!

This evening, muggy and threatening rain, my little flock was sheared. Not by me, though I helped with the worming, tagging, and dosing. Jack and Chris, two sturdy young bairns, did the honours. The flock clearly felt the relief of losing their heavy, hot coats.

Two quick pics. Jack and Chris hard at it:

Shearing

 

A lovely pile of fleece for our oblate Teresa, who will use a goodly portion of it to make sleeping mats for the homeless.

Jpeg

 

Little Malcolm was glad when it was all over.

malcom

An Easter Surprise: Magdalene

This morning a little surprise awaited in the meadow: Magdalene, a surprise newborn lamb, bonnie and bouncy. If you ever get the chance to hold a new or newish lamb, make sure you get a good whiff of its fragrance – simply heavenly.

Magdalene meets Thelma
Magdalene has a little frolic in the shelter
Magdalene, out with the others for the first time, takes a moment for a welcome feed from her mother, Hildegard.

Holy leaping lambs, Batman.

Time for a less serious post. Photos of the lambs are piling up, over a week’s worth, and drowning will soon ensue. Every now and then I was able to get a shot of the lambs at play, in particular when they leapt. The leaping of lambs is one of those sights that brings a smile to the stoniest face. The photos, taken at a distance with a point-and-shoot camera, do not really capture their sheer exuberance and joie de vivre. Nevertheless, it makes for the occasional cute photograph.

So in chronological order some leaping lambs from the past week. As always the photos get bigger if you click them, but they are of varying quality.

Siesta

Changing pace for a moment, a few pictures from the sheepfold, in particular our 8 lambs. After the daily feeding for the adults (in which the lambs are now taking an increasingly vigorous part), the adults tend to wander off, and the lambs take their afternoon nap, mostly in the shelter. As the sun fought its way through a day-long mist, bestowing a pleasing warmth, it was a rather soothing scene. As usual, clicking a photo will take you to its larger version.

**WARNING** – the following photos are not for the hard-hearted, as they contain explicit schmaltz and gratuitous cuteness.

 

The creche, after lunch.
Thelma and Nonnie.
Patch, dead to the world.
Nonnie (the rejected lamb, though after some serious persuasion, now tolerated), dreaming of the day when her mother comes to love her.
Bianca, sunbathing like a pro.
Patch slumbers on.
Nonnie awakes, ever so briefly.

News from the sheepfold… and a prince

This post was begun yesterday but last night I received the monastery cold. We have a pet cold here, and the community has been taking turns holding it the last few weeks. It seems it is my turn now. Time spent in the cold outside with Nonnie, our vulnerable lamb, must have marked me out as sufficiently caring to mind the cold. The whack on the head when trying to re-odorize her with mother’s scent yesterday (mother is a handful) clinched the deal.

Naturally the first to capture the camera’s attention was Patch, who has a natural camera-awareness that many celebrities would admire. He is now four days old. (All pictures should get a little bigger if you click them)

Patch is a pro

Keeping him company was Thelma, flashing something of a vamp’s smile. She too is now 4 days old.

Thelma flashes a wicked grin.

Popping next door to the isolation shelter, all seemed calm and I was relieved to find Non Nominata (Nonnie) still alive. Mother was still pushing her away but not as violently. She kept coming back to mother nevertheless, and here for once mother does not move when Nonnie gets close, probably distracted by Bianca.

The troublesome pen

After re-odorising Nonnie, involving a less than delicate rubbing of mother’s backside (and a knock to my noggin), the sisters continued to bond while mother remained uninterested. In fact both little ones hopped and skipped like the world was their oyster… but not when the camera was on them.

Bianca and Nonnie

Meanwhile, on the other side of the field, the cheeky older girls Zsa Zsa and Eva have rounded up three of the little ones (Louise rather pointedly stayed with her mother) and took them for a rollicking good romp around the field. Zsa Zsa seems to think she is a gazelle.

The lambs gambol and frolic

What goes up must come down.

Zsa Zsa again

They all get up a great head of steam.

Tireless

The little ones were getting pooped so they all stop for a breather. And of course, Patch spots the camera.

Breater

Indomitable, Zsa Zsa and Eva come charging back for some more attention-seeking.

Back for more

It was almost impossible to get good shots of the lambs at play since they were far off, and too quick for my camera. But you can get a sense of their liveliness.

Now the question remains, how is Nonnie this morning?

**An aside – when one drafts a post on WordPress it suggests tags and links as one progresses, according to the content being typed. For some reason WordPress is suggesting the tag “Frederic Prinz von Anhalt“. The continental nobility is not my forte so I have no idea why he should  be suggested. But since WordPress knows more than I do, and since I would not begrudge the Prince getting his name out there, I will include the tag. Maybe he breeds sheep….

Update

I was wrong about the prince. He is married to Zsa Zsa Gabor. He might still breed sheep though….

Update 2

Oh dear – I just Wikipedia-ed the man. A prince in name only, and quite bizarre. His “son” is even less appetising. There is no way they keep sheep.