Ridgetop
Herd Master
I am considering starting a list (I LOVE my lists) of the safe places where I put those important items I don't want to lose. But I would need to put that list in a safe place . . . do you see where this is heading? 
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Bruce
Herd Master
Yes!
Keep one copy in your underwear drawer and another in the safe deposit box
Of course you'll need to remember where the first list is to see where you put the key to the box.
Keep one copy in your underwear drawer and another in the safe deposit box
Of course you'll need to remember where the first list is to see where you put the key to the box.
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SA Farm
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Did some house cleaning before I got sick, so now (thanks mostly to baby) it looks like I did nothing and have never done anything ever 
I have to laugh or I would cry. I’m at the recovery point where I’m struggling not to jump back into things and set myself back
Baby came out with me to play with the lambs today while DH did the lions share of the work
. We managed to get chores done in between rain storms. Stupid rain. It’s muddy enough!!!
Kitty came along too. She might’ve been in trouble if Foxy wasn’t consuming her grain. Foxy is a good mama who doesn’t like 4-legged interlopers around her littles
My little big man puts his own boots on now! Still isn’t talking, but knows enough sign and body language to communicate clearly enough.
He LOVES the lambs! He squeals with excitement and pets them
He also feeds Dingo hay through the fence and puts hay/straw/sticks in everyone else’s water that I then get to fish out
When I bring the supplemental bottle to the triplets, I try to make sure I work on taming up the little eweling. She’s coming around. The boys are the ones that want the bottle, so she usually hangs back. I don’t give much - if any - to the big boy, so the little boy with the dot on his head gets the majority and is the friendliest.
Foxy photo bomb
but you can see the little dot on the eweling’s nose in the last pic All the dots give me hope that Coy will have (a) spotted lamb(s). (I’m hoping for twin ewelings, obviously.)
Speaking of Coy, she still hasn’t dropped! Must not have caught on the first cycle. Kit seems closer, so hopefully soon.
If the weather was better (oh, yeah, and if I wasn’t still recovering - see how my brain wants me to work?!?), she and Kit would both be getting their spring spa day - shave and a hoof trim
DH also recently decided that he doesn’t want his ducks anymore, so they’re hopefully going this weekend. They literally just started laying too
Oh well. Once they go we’ll be down to 5 chickens, 4 turkeys, and 5 adult sheep. (And it’s a full 5 sheep since they all look different
)
I have to laugh or I would cry. I’m at the recovery point where I’m struggling not to jump back into things and set myself back
Baby came out with me to play with the lambs today while DH did the lions share of the work
. We managed to get chores done in between rain storms. Stupid rain. It’s muddy enough!!!Kitty came along too. She might’ve been in trouble if Foxy wasn’t consuming her grain. Foxy is a good mama who doesn’t like 4-legged interlopers around her littles
My little big man puts his own boots on now! Still isn’t talking, but knows enough sign and body language to communicate clearly enough.
He LOVES the lambs! He squeals with excitement and pets them
He also feeds Dingo hay through the fence and puts hay/straw/sticks in everyone else’s water that I then get to fish out
When I bring the supplemental bottle to the triplets, I try to make sure I work on taming up the little eweling. She’s coming around. The boys are the ones that want the bottle, so she usually hangs back. I don’t give much - if any - to the big boy, so the little boy with the dot on his head gets the majority and is the friendliest.
Foxy photo bomb
but you can see the little dot on the eweling’s nose in the last pic All the dots give me hope that Coy will have (a) spotted lamb(s). (I’m hoping for twin ewelings, obviously.)Speaking of Coy, she still hasn’t dropped! Must not have caught on the first cycle. Kit seems closer, so hopefully soon.
If the weather was better (oh, yeah, and if I wasn’t still recovering - see how my brain wants me to work?!?), she and Kit would both be getting their spring spa day - shave and a hoof trim
DH also recently decided that he doesn’t want his ducks anymore, so they’re hopefully going this weekend. They literally just started laying too
Oh well. Once they go we’ll be down to 5 chickens, 4 turkeys, and 5 adult sheep. (And it’s a full 5 sheep since they all look different
)
Baymule
Herd Master
I hope Coy has spotted twin ewes for you!
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SA Farm
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Coy, you sneak! I checked her this morning and thought her udder seemed a little tighter!!!! I’ll have to check on her more thoroughly in a bit since I have something to do shortly. Split twins, I think. The spotty one is, OF COURSE, a BOY!!!
Ridgetop
Herd Master
Sneaky girl!Mini Horses
Herd Master
Congrats!! 
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SA Farm
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That was a day and a half of busy! Holy! Decided I could handle chores on my own, so I powered through them. Thought that was enough for the day and I was done.
Nope! Silly me! Baby was wild and crazy all day and wanted me to go with him and pick him up for all his shenanigans. He’s a good 34lbs now, so not the easiest reps to do when you’re feeling weak from recovering from sickness and working.
Once he wore himself- and me -out, DH took him downstairs for them to nap together since DH was tired from all the gaming he’d been doing
Finally some peace and rest, right? Wrong!
Got a text for the ducks. Wanted to pick them up within the hour. Okay, good. Great.
Slog out there with a little dog crate on baby’s wagon, get to the door of their run and a sound catches my attention. I freeze and wait. Sure enough a tiny voice is coming, not from Foxy’s triplets in the shed, but from the barn stall! Coy, what did you do?
Sure enough, there they were. Couldn’t spend time with them when I was expecting the duck people, so snapped a few pics, checked that their mouths were warm so they didn’t need immediate intervention (ducks be bleeped) and went to catch the ducks.
They were more cooperative than I expected and I slogged the wagon back through the mud to the house and posted the above while I waited.
They went.
Back out to check on Coy.
Little boy (
stupid boy genes getting all the cuteness) is up and active, has clearly been nursing and is much cleaner than little girl. Coy playing favourites?
Doesn’t seem like it, but little girl is crying and wants to stay lying down. Hm. Shock? Too long inside since boy probably was first out and she’s got meconium staining? Too tired/weak to find food source?
Don’t want to risk it.
Went back to house for milking supplies and cornered Coy. She wasn’t happy, but I got a few mouthfuls out of her and transferred them through the bottle into little girl. Set her in recovery position and went inside just as baby was up from his nap.
Perfect
Dinner, play, stories, etcetera, etcetera.
Finally he goes to bed and I go out to milk Woolfie and feed the trips.
Check on Coy and little girl is up and nursing Still a little dirty, but better than nothing. Coy is now stomping at me and I know I have some work to do to earn her forgiveness for my offensive manhandling of her
Now I can finally rest
Oh, and if all that wasn’t enough, Woolfie’s giant ram lamb has decided that my visits to milk his mom are actually supposed to be play time for him, so he paws and jumps all over me
Nope!
Silly me! Baby was wild and crazy all day and wanted me to go with him and pick him up for all his shenanigans. He’s a good 34lbs now, so not the easiest reps to do when you’re feeling weak from recovering from sickness and working.Once he wore himself- and me -out, DH took him downstairs for them to nap together since DH was tired from all the gaming he’d been doing
Finally some peace and rest, right? Wrong!
Got a text for the ducks. Wanted to pick them up within the hour. Okay, good. Great.
Slog out there with a little dog crate on baby’s wagon, get to the door of their run and a sound catches my attention. I freeze and wait. Sure enough a tiny voice is coming, not from Foxy’s triplets in the shed, but from the barn stall! Coy, what did you do?
Sure enough, there they were. Couldn’t spend time with them when I was expecting the duck people, so snapped a few pics, checked that their mouths were warm so they didn’t need immediate intervention (ducks be bleeped) and went to catch the ducks.
They were more cooperative than I expected and I slogged the wagon back through the mud to the house and posted the above while I waited.
They went.
Back out to check on Coy.
Little boy (
stupid boy genes getting all the cuteness) is up and active, has clearly been nursing and is much cleaner than little girl. Coy playing favourites?Doesn’t seem like it, but little girl is crying and wants to stay lying down. Hm. Shock? Too long inside since boy probably was first out and she’s got meconium staining? Too tired/weak to find food source?
Don’t want to risk it.
Went back to house for milking supplies and cornered Coy. She wasn’t happy, but I got a few mouthfuls out of her and transferred them through the bottle into little girl. Set her in recovery position and went inside just as baby was up from his nap.
Perfect
Dinner, play, stories, etcetera, etcetera.
Finally he goes to bed and I go out to milk Woolfie and feed the trips.
Check on Coy and little girl is up and nursing
Still a little dirty, but better than nothing. Coy is now stomping at me and I know I have some work to do to earn her forgiveness for my offensive manhandling of her Now I can finally rest
Oh, and if all that wasn’t enough, Woolfie’s giant ram lamb has decided that my visits to milk his mom are actually supposed to be play time for him, so he paws and jumps all over me
Baymule
Herd Master
I love it! Just when you think you can get some rest, Coy had other ideas. Congratulations on the twins. Sheep code-the cutest most spotty lambs are BOYS! He is adorable......
Bruce
Herd Master
Maybe she figured out kitty isn't likely to attack something bigger (though not much!) that her?
Stealthy that one, you'll know to be on alert next time around.
DH raised the ducks to POL THEN decided he didn't want ducks?
