I bit the bullet and "officially" put the lambs up for sale. I made little flyers and posted them in the three nearby feed stores. I figured most of them are ready to go to their new homes or make the acquaintance of their butcher, as the case may be.
troublemaker baby was taking her overdue afternoon nap I decided to give the milkstand a try. (My son was on the computer so I didn't leave her totally alone.) The hardest part was getting the sheep to step up onto it. In fact, I never did get Ewenice to cooperate so I ended up tying her to the fence to milk her. I think once they figure out that they get grain for hopping up onto the platform then it will be a lot easier.
As it was I only got about 2 cups from all five ewes. But again, all things considered, it wasn't too bad. After all, #1: it was hot; #2: it was the middle of the afternoon; #3: they still have their lambs on them; and #4: this was the first time milking for all but Jamie. The milk is now in the freezer, hopefully with more coming soon.
As the babies are weaned I expect production to go up. We're expecting to go out of town this weekend or the next, so if none of the lambs have been sold by then my plan is to properly separate them. I'm keeping my fingers crossed that it all works out.
And now for the baby news. Just a few short weeks ago she was still rolling around to get from place to place. Then she was crawling and virtually unstoppable. Almost as soon as she was crawling she was pulling herself up and trying to walk.
She can't be kept in her playpen too long because she gets bored fairly quickly. When that happens the easiest thing to do is let her roam and hope she tires herself out. (BTW, pay no attention to the dog hair near the baseboards. I'm conducting an experiment on dust bunny population growth. I think the experiment is officially out of control.)
I recently left a comment on another blog about how I wished babies could stay little, and at the same time I'm looking forward to the next milestone.
Can anyone explain to me why grandbabies are so much more fun and tolerable than your own kids were?