The pastures at DewGreen are growing like mad. So are the parasites that sheep deposit in pasture in their poop. The mineral mix I have been giving them in their evening snack is working. The membranes inside their eyelid are nice and red - no parasite-induced anemia - except for my little girl, Blossom. The boys push her away from treats. I have even stood guard in front of her treat bowl, pushing the ram lambs away and muttering "what is the matter with men?!" There are times when I wonder if testosterone has an unfortunate effect on the brain and personality, and if it cuts across species and age, this problem. Then I stop and apologize for my sexist remark.
I had to deworm little Blossom, and upped her intake of copper and cobalt. She hates that, but then she kisses me "thank you" when I have stood guard in front of her treat bowl and gave her the chance to eat her fill. I love her gentle way.
Yesterday I spent almost 3 hours setting up a fence in the wooded areas on my land so that the sheep can browse off the ground, where parasite larvae live. They love their new grazing area. Matilda was amazing: She is the leader, so she took everybody out to this unfamiliar spot; she walked all around to learn the perimeter; then she made sure everyone knew how to come back home to the barn. Then she settled down to her eating. They come back to the barn periodically and have a siesta, then they go back out to browse some more.
At the end of the day, they came back home for the night, Marsha standing right inside the door and giving each lamb a good toss with her horns as it came in. I just shook my head and told her she is becoming the evil witch of the forest, and everyone else is a beautiful wood nymph that bleats occasionally. She was silent, digesting what she heard.