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Baymule
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I put some milk in a small bowl, placed that in a small rubber tub. She drank it. I guess I should have pulled her at birth. Hindsight is 20/20 vision.
FORCED BREAK TIME!!!!I’m done with the Cornish Cross chickens. Last one is in the freezer. Cleaned up the kitchen, was headed outside to clean and Clorox the ice chest, but it started raining.
6 weeks. Refuses a bottle, bowl of milk, but will eat pelleted feed. So I put some out for her, naturally she choked on it and scared me half to death. If she stays a tiny little bit of dandelion fluff, I’ll find her a pet home.Probably getting enough from the pasture and stealing from the other ewes. How old is she now?
OH no. Arnica for your hand NOW.I am furious. Buford had something white out in the field. Cattle egret? Lamb? I ran. I don’t run good, but I ran. Lamb. Not just any lamb, it was Dandelion. He had her down, she got away and ran and he downed her again. He saw me and knew he was in trouble. I grabbed his collar and dragged him to Lucy and the triplets. I was so mad that i slapped his face, I yelled, I slapped him so hard I hurt my hand. I put him in the kennel. I’m still breathing fire.
She is so tiny, she excites the prey drive in Carson. There is a fence between them, but he alerts and jumps at her. Big trouble. I had a tiny little lamb born in a snow and ice storm a couple years ago, she stayed hunched up and resembled a rabbit. Carson alerted on her and so did Trip. Both wanted to “get” her.
Buford is in big trouble. I’ll calm down, take him back to square one. He’s going to be seeing a lot of the kennel.
I’m still furious.