Getting Dirty with Sheep, making sure Goats are Pregnant


It’s not the light.  The last joint of my index finger had a bandage on it while I trimmed hooves of some of the sheep, so it was spared the lanolin/dirt/manure slurry so apparent on the rest of my hand!    You should have seen my clothes in the wash! 

The sheep are settled in their new home.  It is clear to me that they appreciate the arrangement of my neighbor’s “real” sheep facilities.  They are less panicky and jumpy.  If I feed grain, they approach me bravely, especially Peggy and Shirley.  Jumpin’ Janet has stayed in the pen that we reinforced so heavily. 

I was just reading an article in a sheep and goat magazine about the fact that most fetal growth in sheep and goats takes place in the last forty days of pregnancy.  The chart shows a near tripling in the size of the lambs-in-utero.  Peggy is so wide already that it is hard to imagine how much bigger she could get!

I’m very happy with my sheep now and less stressed.  I realize in retrospect that I was really worried about Janet and the rest escaping and about the logistics of moving them.  Lambing does not concern me nearly as much, as I’ve yanked kids out of goats or watched others with smaller hands do the same for two years running now.

Speaking of which:


Here I am, helping Dr. Barry give little Mindy an ultrasound. 


She’s pregnant!  Mazel Tov!  (the black space is amniotic fluid, the “C” shaped formation is where the placenta attaches to the uterus. If she were not pregnant, you’d see nothing but white)