I got a phone call from the neighbouring farm yesterday afternoon. Would we be happy to take another ram lamb here at Struan Farm? He'd been abandoned by mum. And of course the answer was yes....I ran over in the car with bottle and blanket to pick him up.
He slept wrapped in a blanket in the garage overnight, part of that time in the house in a cardboard box in front of the fire. He wasn't drinking from the bottle quite as eagerly as I would have hoped, so not sure about this one. Assuming he survives, we're having a family vote on this name, choosing between "TimTam" and "Curly."
Our (I should probably say "my") problem with ram lambs is that they get sent off after Christmas. I get attached, too attached, and end up having a cry about it all. (When Spud went off a few years ago I found myself sobbing at the dinner table, much to John's distress.) Ewe lambs stay here at Struan Farm to raise their own lambs.
This little one will be happy and well looked after for as long as he's with us, I'll make sure of that.
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