well, today was a beautiful day, blue sky, sunshine, quite cold. So I decided today or never,
Never do crutching in tight spaces!
got the old ewe out, struggled getting her down, it nearly felt like she had suddenly grown claws and put them through the flooring. Twisted and turned, fidgeted, wriggled … then I realized my shears are blunt Nobody would have been proud of me, I definitely was not with my achievement so far. Got her up, put her into the pen, went home, Mike sharpened my shears, back down I went, got the old ewe out and started the process again, this time round it was better through and through.
Then the little ewe, what a wriggler!!! Honestly what an amazing strength a little animal can have, but we did get there eventually. Actually I did find a comfortable position for the ewes which was laying down with me sort of sitting on her body just basically making sure that I don’t end up riding them so holding them down neatly. So now they are with no wool on tummy and round the crutch. What was amazing the little ewe smelled mothers teats and tried drinking from them. I don’t think she is showing signs any time soon. we shall see. Strictly speaking if she has lambs around Christmas the white ram is the father if March the black one is the lucky one.