leader. Then there is Marsha (nee Esther -- in her former place), and Coffee, the ram–boy who will be a fine vigorous teenager come this fall’s breeding season.
My friend Roberta and I drove down to pick them up at their farm in North Stonington, CT yesterday. Of course they didn’t want to go on a truck, but they were fine on the road. And when we pulled up to the barn and opened the gate, they jumped out, happy to be out. Then they got a nice dinner of hay, and grasses I cut from in front of the chicken coop – the grass needed to be cut away anyway, and this way, it became immediately useful.
Roberta and I got everyone settled around 5:30 pm yesterday. She is a wonderful woman, and will be a good mentor. I will, of course, help her with her chores. Boy was I tired at the end of the day! Last week was pretty hectic, plus the anxiety of actually getting them home (as opposed to thinking about getting them). But I think we’ll be all right.
Last night, Coffee and Marsha preferred to sit in the barn
looking out, while Tillie stayed in the paddock. I, of course, created all the private nightmares my mind could manage about bears, coyotes and sheep-eating monsters that lurk in the woods. Then I put them in God’s care and went to sleep.
Well, I flung myself out of bed at 5:30 this morning with a loud
“ba-a-a” coming from the barn. The sheep were all fine, of course, just that Marsha (nee Esther) wanted to order her breakfast.
I gave them a nice breakfast of hay, and noticed that Marsha
(Esther) tends to get head-butted away from the food. Mostly,it is Matilda that is doing that. She does it to Coffee too, but not as much. And even little Coffee head-butted Esther-Marsha away from food. That girl will need to learn to stand up for herself or she'll be the "runt" of the flock.
Then I checked on our 30 meat birds in the winter coop. They were little yellow fuzz balls that darted around really fast when they arrived. Now they are bigger and go through an amazing amount of food and water every day.I will let them out for their afternoon in the pasture.
The laying chickens, seeing that everybody was getting checked on, started to baak-baak loudly, asking for theirs. And got a nice morning snack of corn, lettuce leaves and tomato tops left over from Louie’s sauce-making.
The sheep are curious about their new place, and would like to get out to pasture, which I will do this morning. Our pastures will be electro-net fenced. They know what that is, and will respect the fence.
Esther-Marsha is fast becoming my girl. She comes and rubs her head against my hand, wants to be scratched on her cheeks, and this morning we even rubbed faces (I was aware of her horns and careful in case she lifted her head suddenly.) Matilda is more cautious, and she is gorgeous. I know I’ll kiss
her when she becomes more comfortable around me. Coffee, well, he‘d rather not have much to do with me. He’s being a guy. I adore them!
OK – I will take my cup of coffee and newspaper over to the
paddock now and sit with my new family members. Morning and dusk are times when I stop and offer prayers for all of our well-being and gratitude for this wonderful life that I have. It will be sweet to do that with Tillie, Esther-Marsha and Coffee today.