- Apr 9, 2011
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Stumpfarmer, that reminds me of 1985 when I was at the time the ranch manager's "ol lady" on a sheep/cattle ranch in Glide OR.....the new owner, new to critters as well, had bred all the ewes way too early.
And we have a bunch of lambs born in the pasture of snow...steamers we called them.
There was one ranch hand after another bringing ME the little shivering lambs.
The ewes walked away, the lambs too cold to follow.
I had to rub them up & made a baricade around the woodstove in the dining room so the little guys would not get burned on the stove...and sat there feeding them, 6 or 8 in all.
bee bees all over the floor........![]()
One guy dropped off a 50# milk replacement & some bottles..........![]()
All my towels covered in sheep grease LOL
The newborn lambs trying to nurse under each dinning room chair~~~~~~~
I lost a cow to a prolapsed uterus (and a stupid vet clinic receptionist who absolutely reversed the facts of the case: she said the cow had a retained placenta and was in the barn when she had a prolapsed uterus and was out in the field in 34F sleet) and ended up with her calf in the same bathroom where the Easter Eggers reign today. I ended up bottle-feeding her and running her with the herd as soon as she was strong enough to run- we had a stray wolfy GSD coming by, and I didn't have a safe place to keep her near the house, but the Mama cows had his number and had almost killed him already, so he stayed away from them. Nothing quite like going out three times a day with a quart of 98F milk replacer in a nursing bottle and letting the slush roll off your raingear while the calf nurses and then runs away back to the nursery.