After Pete took down the three macrocarpa trees at Struan Farm, he decided to make a carved seat out of one of the stumps.
We're thinking he thought the kids would enjoy this, but guess who really likes it?
And at the moment dear little Rosie can do as she pleases from my perspective, since we came pretty close to losing her over the weekend! At dinner time on Saturday she wouldn't drink her bottle with the rest of the lambs, was stretching her back legs out and rolling around on the ground in a very strange manner. I checked her legs and fleece for stinging nettles or a bee sting. We decided that she'd eaten something that disagreed with her (or worse, was poisonous) somewhere on the farm, but there wasn't much we could do about that. Both John and I thought she would curl up and die overnight, it was that bad. I had a few teary moments consoled by John behind the garage (away from the little girls visiting, although I think Ella saw). I also said a prayer for her, much as I know that may sound silly to some people.
The good news is that Rosie is a survivor. A few hours later she came baaing back to the house paddock, wanting a late bottle and lots of cuddles, which the girls and I were happy to provide.
So I'm happy to have Rosie use the new chair seat if that's what she wants. I just hope she has learned her lesson on what not to eat, whatever and where ever that may be. I've spoken to Farmer John and he's thinking about what that might be too so it doesn't happen to any other lambs.
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