Struan Farm's pet lambs Matilda, Clover, Trixie, Dixie, Mixie, Scout, Romeo, Alfie, Daisy and TimTam only have themselves to blame. With all ten lambs back together in one mob in the house paddock after Alfie and Daisy learned to waltz across the cattle stops, bottle times were complete chaos. The lambs just wouldn't settle down into a revised routine and behave, it was "Lord of the Flies" at the back gate. I'd had enough after three days. Trying to feed them by myself when John or Mike wasn't around was simply too hard, and this time of year there's too much other work to be done around the property to mess around.
So you know what this means, right? Time for the little darlings to be weaned. They aren't happy about it, but they are eating grass and will eat more now as a result. (I thought it was better for you to see them munching away in the paddock rather than wailing at the back gate. While pathos would have been more photogenic, it wouldn't have been good for them or me.)
There hasn't been too much pathetic baaing outside the bedroom window, so they were obviously ready for the umbilical cord to be cut. I try not to have them hear my voice or see me around much during this sensitive period, although every so often they do need pats. But everyone needs to move forward now, myself included. The good news is that I've just regained two hours in my day!
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