Baymule’s 2021 Lambing

[Mini Horses]

Your old mare is like my old minis! They served me well and will be buried here.

Sometimes people just cannot grasp what REALLY went into getting that steak!

Right now, I'm talking to myself about wanting to look at seed porn and not even tilled a row! Plus all the seeds I have. I used to think it was all a lifestyle...maybe it's actually an addiction! Think about that as you butcher the CCX. Whatcha think?

 

[farmerjan]

@Mini Horses you might want to re read your post and edit it..... I don't think that we are ready for "seed porn"

Yeah, the ccx are an addiction in that I hate to see birds get killed off for no reason.... I want to start being able to take more to the poultry swap to sell....have to do that live.... and I am getting really concerned with the way things are looking in the future.... Need to start canning the chicken instead of freezing... but it is so much easier and cheaper for me to have them done up with my schedules and knees and all.... and the price is right. I have less than $5 in each of the BIG broiler/roasters I had done up late last year. Some were 10 lbs dressed.... and I know what they ate for the better part of their lives here....
The guy who does the meat that I had processed into things like hot dogs and all will do chicken if it is deboned... so a possibility in the future to have things like chicken hot dogs .....just a thought.

More food here than I can eat myself... but then if I get a dog again, once I am here and settled, then I can provide for more of it's food too. I have fed several chickens to the cats over time too.....

 

[Baymule]

I am addicted to seed porn. Those glossy full color catalogs show up, not even wrapped in plain brown paper. They shout from the colorful cover about what lies inside. Crack it open and I’m hooked! I don’t have to think about it while slaughtering CCX, I already know my weakness. LOL

I can old laying hens meat. I can the broth too. I like frozen chicken, parted out, for different recipes.

 

[Mini Horses]

The problem is you WANT everything in the catalogue even if you don't eat it!

It's so hard. I'm glad I'm not alone...

 

[Baymule]

It is storming here, started yesterday and will continue all week. We are expecting 4-7” of rain.
I have the little ewe lambs in the side pasture that goes from the backyard to the back of the sheep barn. The little girls bed down at the fence at the back of the barn every night to be close to their moms. Moms do not reciprocate, they stay in their barn. So little girls get rained on. It’s not that they don’t have shelter, they do. It’s what I originally built as a chicken coop, never used it, dragged it to the side pasture as a play house for the granddaughters.

When the ram lambs were in this pasture they used the playhouse as shelter. Not the ewe lambs. Nope. They want to be close to mom and yell their heads off at me because they are wet and unhappy about it.

So I started feeding them in the playhouse. Upon vacuuming up their feed, back to the back of the barn they would run on their little twinkle toes. Be close to mom, scream their heads off at me because they were wet. Rinse, repeat.

So yesterday with a storm on the way, we got things achieved in the garden and went blackberry picking in the fence row down the road from us. Loaded with ripe wild blueberries, the coming rain would beat them off, so we really wanted to pick all we could. It sprinkled off and on, accumulating enough to wet us down pretty good. We kept picking. Finally the bottom fell out and two drowned rats gave up and went home. It was 1:30. I decided to go ahead and feed animals because once I cleaned up, I had serious doubts that I would want to go back out in the rain. So I fed in the pouring rain.

As I walked to feed the little girls, they were yelling like starving wolves, but from the shelter of the playhouse! They didn’t even run to me like they always do. Normally they swarm me , running between my legs, in front and behind me, trying to climb up my back and being little pains in the butt. NO! They weren’t coming out in the rain, but staying inside bellowing like a pen of bulls squaring off over a heifer. FEED ME NOW!

Finally. They finally got it. Took long enough, but they finally took shelter. LOL And this morning? With lightening, thunder and pouring hard rain, where are they? In the playhouse! It makes me smile.

 

[Kusanar]

It is storming here, started yesterday and will continue all week. We are expecting 4-7” of rain.
I have the little ewe lambs in the side pasture that goes from the backyard to the back of the sheep barn. The little girls bed down at the fence at the back of the barn every night to be close to their moms. Moms do not reciprocate, they stay in their barn. So little girls get rained on. It’s not that they don’t have shelter, they do. It’s what I originally built as a chicken coop, never used it, dragged it to the side pasture as a play house for the granddaughters.

When the ram lambs were in this pasture they used the playhouse as shelter. Not the ewe lambs. Nope. They want to be close to mom and yell their heads off at me because they are wet and unhappy about it.

So I started feeding them in the playhouse. Upon vacuuming up their feed, back to the back of the barn they would run on their little twinkle toes. Be close to mom, scream their heads off at me because they were wet. Rinse, repeat.

So yesterday with a storm on the way, we got things achieved in the garden and went blackberry picking in the fence row down the road from us. Loaded with ripe wild blueberries, the coming rain would beat them off, so we really wanted to pick all we could. It sprinkled off and on, accumulating enough to wet us down pretty good. We kept picking. Finally the bottom fell out and two drowned rats gave up and went home. It was 1:30. I decided to go ahead and feed animals because once I cleaned up, I had serious doubts that I would want to go back out in the rain. So I fed in the pouring rain.

As I walked to feed the little girls, they were yelling like starving wolves, but from the shelter of the playhouse! They didn’t even run to me like they always do. Normally they swarm me , running between my legs, in front and behind me, trying to climb up my back and being little pains in the butt. NO! They weren’t coming out in the rain, but staying inside bellowing like a pen of bulls squaring off over a heifer. FEED ME NOW!

Finally. They finally got it. Took long enough, but they finally took shelter. LOL And this morning? With lightening, thunder and pouring hard rain, where are they? In the playhouse! It makes me smile.

Humm, sounds like they took shelter at about the same time as the humans... so... what does that say about you? lol

 

[Baymule]

I already know I ain’t got no sense! LOL

I went out in the rain to feed, the little stinkers ran to me for a split second, yelling at me, just to make sure I had feed for them. Haha I gave them a flake of hay too. Spoiled brats.

 

[Kusanar]

I already know I ain’t got no sense! LOL

Thought you would appreciate that comment.

 

[Baymule]

We have had a lot of rain, 8 1/2” over the last week and a half. It’s misting now. I went out to feed this morning and got rained on. If this keeps up, I’m gonna start quacking! But I did get a picture of the little ewe lambs in the playhouse. They have decided that it’s a nice place to be when it’s raining.

 

[farmerjan]

They are really growing.... they are hardly "lamb size"....