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I’ve written on this theme a couple of times before–Hebrews 13:2, “Be not forgetful to entertain strangers: for thereby some have entertained angels unawares.” That’s pretty much an ironclad rule for me, and although I can’t say I bat a thousand, my average when I get to the plate is high enough to make it worth my while. (Note well that in the foregoing sentence, She finally deploys a sports analogy, correctly, coherently, and consistently. Or so She believes. Perhaps there really is a first time for everything. If I messed it up somehow, please don’t burst my bubble.)
How cute! “Welfare program for sheep and goats” – LOL! I love it! I hope she makes it too, She.
Cod bless her.
Yesterday there was a thread in the PIT about the silent P. One bit.
https://youtu.be/nQLv7zrJk9U
Awwwwwwww . . . that’s so nice of you!
Ah, the Writers of Ricochet. It’s not just what they say, it’s how they say it.
You had a post long ago about nursing baby lambs, if I recall correctly. And I replied how I grew up on a small farm in Ohio where we raised sheep and my Mom would do the same sort of thing – nurse the orphans with a coke bottle and big rubber nipple. Thanks again for the memory and for this nice story.
Darn you, She. I wasn’t going to give you any more compliments for awhile (too many makes me sound insincere), but I can’t help myself. You’re just a damned good writer, one of the best I’ve ever read. I bet your husband fell in love with you because of your prose.
You make me feel the way I once felt when I would run up against a really good pool player.
Yes, that’s right. I remember too!
You can still buy the big nipples that fit on the coke bottles at Tractor Supply. I usually use a baby bottle (for humans), just because the venting system on the newer ones is so good. It lets air in somehow as the baby/lamb empties it, so you don’t get the effect that the lamb is sucking the bottle inside out, which can happen with the old plastic ones, or have to keep removing it and letting air back into the bottle through the nipple, which I found myself doing with the coke bottles. It’s just easier. But they all work.
Thanks everyone, for the nice comments.
Thanks @kentforrester. I think you’re gilding the lily, but I love it! (Mr. She did tell me I wrote the best undergraduate Chaucer paper he’d ever received. That was several years before we were a “thang.”)
I admire pool players so much. For me, it’s like chess. I just can’t think that many moves ahead. And I just don’t know how a person figures out what looks to me like an utterly impossible shot which zings the ball right into the pocket. That it can be done at all is amazing; that there are people who can “call” which pocket they’re going to put the ball in, is impossible. It just can’t be done. But there are people who can do it.
Lovely story, it reminds of James Herriot’s book, “All Creatures Grunt and Smell”, or was it “All Creatures Great and Small, probably the latter.
This made me laugh. http://ricochet.com/130100/archives/reflections-on-a-childhood-hymn/
How long until the lamb is ready to head back out to the flock?
Depends on the weather. If it stays terribly cold, it could be several weeks, because she won’t have mom to snuggle up with. If it’s fairly temperate, maybe a couple of weeks. I might use the sunroom we had put on the South side of the house last year as a temporizing measure, if I can get her out there on warmer days.
There’s also a calculation, until she can go 8 hours between bottle feedings, that I don’t want to get up in the middle of the night (perhaps more than once) and gear up and go out to the barn in the cold to feed her. So there’s some self-interest there as well.
So adorable! I have an animal adoring obsessed close friend with lots of cats, birds, fish and dogs. Now she is raising polish chickens. All because someone gave her a cross-beaked polish chicken to care for (hand fed with an eye dropper daily).
And her husband has not left her. He even had a garage retreat made for the polish chickens when it gets freezing out, over 90 in the summer/spring and a complete enclosed structure outside for nice weather.
Some of the Polish Chicken breeds are spectacular. Good for her! (And hubby, too!)
The most hilarious (hilariousest?) iteration of what the UN calls “simultaneous translation” of this sort of thing occurs at shearing time, when the mothers are shorn of their fleeces, and when, for some reason, the lambs completely lose what passes for their minds, feign madness, and completely forget who they belong to. At that point, I imagine the conversation as follows:
They’re so funny.
She thought her husband would put his foot down about the chickens. Particularly the Rooster. After all they support a lot of animals already and recently moved into a smaller home on a 1/2 acre for their “growing old” years. Surprisingly he didn’t object to another breed joining their large pet family. She was hoping he might this time and is very grateful he encouraged her.
Did I mention she also has horses at their ranch a few miles away?
One of my favorite farm girl memories is waking up to find a lamb in a box tucked in behind our coal stove in the living room! They were so adorable and soft, and they smelled so good.
I’ve fed lots of bum lambs with the soda bottle/big rubber nipple and they are enthusiastic little suckers!!
Sometimes, my dad would skin a dead lamb, and put the skin on a rejected one, then match it up with the bereft ewe, who’d sniff the coat, and welcome the baby to her milk. By the time the coat dried up and came off, the mom and baby were attached to one another. It was an amazing thing to me.
Good luck with your lambs! It’s so satisfying to work with animals, it’s hard to explain.
Oh, I forgot another thing that my students loved about the whole Groundhog Day goofiness: I’d have them count how many weeks it was from Feb. 2nd until March 21st (Spring Equinox or First Day of Spring) …
I’ve heard of that. I’ve never had to do it, for which I’m thankful.
Thanks. Yes, I think you’re right.
Please may I just put in a good word for the “sanitary cycle” on so many washing machines these days. Used to be you could only get one on the most expensive, but now they are much more ubiquitous and affordable. (Even though sometimes, pace Greta Thunberg, the towel, or sheet, or whatever it was, needs to be thrown out. And I do.)
Another marvelous invention is those disposable puppy pads. The pads, I mean. Disposable. Not the puppies.
She did! Here she is today (June 20), so 4 1/2 months old:
I would have thought so, too. Then @she posted that bikini shot from her youth on PEI. He had more than one reason.
LOL. I’ll pay you your five bucks later . . . .
They grow up quick!