Can you see my right foot in the photo? Are you wondering why I am sitting in this awkward position? Well, let me tell you…
The lambs have all gotten too big to fit in through the creep openings. So, I have to let them in and out through the gate. The problem? The big ones are constantly trying to sneak in there and eat the lambs’ food. So why don’t I just let the lambs in and secure the gate? Two reasons. First, the lambs often want to come out mid-meal and get a drink, then go back into the creep. Second, some of the lambs freak out if they think they can’t get out. They will try to squeeze themselves through the too-small creep openings and get stuck. I’m always afraid they will hurt themselves, crack a rib or something. I sit next to the gate with my foot holding the gate shut. When I see a nose peeking underneath I know someone wants to come out. I take my foot off the gate to let it swing open while blocking the big ones with my arms and legs.
The adults drive me nuts! Hovering around like vultures, just waiting for their chance to sneak in. Such greed! They are willing to steal food from their own babies! How cold is that? And here’s the kicker…
Do you see that cute, fluffy ewe in the photo? That is Maggie Mae. She comes over to me, asking for scratches. She acts so sweet and affectionate. All she wants is some lovin’. Until that second that gate starts to crack open! Oh, I’m on to your game, Maggie Mae!
I know the photo is hard to make out. I only had my phone with me to take a photo. I was in a bathroom stall at work. The graffiti says, “No tolit paper in hear” followed by a frowning face. I am assuming “tolit” translates to toilet. If, indeed, the stall was out of toilet paper, it is truly a situation calling for a frowning face. I am also going to assume that the writer was lamenting the lack of toilet paper in the location of the the stall, here, and not the lack of the sound of toilet paper, hear.
I had two reactions to this. My first reaction is this is the same reaction I have to our Cheeto in chief; if you are going to make a public statement in writing, make sure you know how to spell the words you want to express! Coffeve!
My second reaction is this; wouldn’t it be more effective to inform a maintenance associate of the lack of “tolit” paper than to vandalize a bathroom stall? If no maintenance associate is available, perhaps a note (on a piece of paper) attached to the OUTSIDE of the stall door as a warning to the next potential toilet-user would be a better strategy. The next person who is likely to need to use that stall is already going to be in a position where the information written on the inside of the stall will become known too late.
With this graffiti writer’s method there will be at least one more person forced to drip-dry AND a maintenance associate will have to attempt to clean permanent marker from the wall. The company’s scheduling practices make it very likely that maintenance associate will be the ONLY maintenance person working that day. So while he or she is busy scrubbing your graffiti, there is a good chance a stall in another bathroom in the building will be running out of “tolit” paper. Honestly I would find it hilarious if you are the one using that stall!
After being forced to make a statement condemning neo-Nazis yesterday, Donald Trump went berserk today at a press conference that he hoped would be about infrastructure. First up: Why did he wait so long to make a statement? I want to know the facts….As I said — remember this, Saturday — “we condemn in the…
via Donald Trump Goes Berserk Over Charlottesville, Doubles Down on “Both Sides Are Bad” — Mother Jones
We are currently without a ram. We sold Riley at the end of last breeding season. He was with us for 2 seasons and had to go because otherwise he would have been breeding his own grand daughters. He also had to go because he was a true asshole of a sheep.
This is him, giving me the evil eye over the fence, angry because he couldn’t get to me through the fence. He was TERRIBLE! Most rams will butt their heads against people, especially when they are in rut. But Riley liked to get a running start! 350 pounds of testosterone charging at me full speed. Not fun. He had me down in the barn several times and once in the pasture when I thought he was trying to kill me. Not only was he an ass to me, he was a bully to the ewes as well. Fat as they are, he outweighed them all by at least 100 pounds and he was always throwing his weight around with them. About 1/3 of the flock would not stand for him. The only reason we kept him for 2 years is because he sired such big, beautiful lambs and lots of twins. But when it was time for him to go I said, “Buh-bye, now!” without remorse.
However, breeding season has begun and we do not have a replacement yet. Sissy insists on getting another Tunis ram. They are not common in the area. So it has taken her a while to line up a purchase and delivery. I would actually prefer some other breed. I like the variety we get from hybrids. I would love to see the lambs we might get from a Lincoln or a Romney. But she wants a Tunis, so we wait. Our new guy is supposed to be here next weekend.
In the meantime the girls are getting quite impatient. They want action now! I am seeing a lot of head butting between the ewes. And the 2 ram lambs we are trying to fatten up are trying like heck to get in on the action. They can’t quite reach, but they keep trying to mount. I expect them to ask me for a foot stool any day.
This is Maggie Mae. She has always been a beggar for back scratches. These last couple weeks she has not been begging for back scratches. She has been DEMANDING butt scratches. If I don’t comply she starts rubbing her butt against my leg. I keep telling her, “This is not appropriate behavior!” She doesn’t care. I am starting to feel uncomfortable…
Oh, no! Tiggy found a new catnip patch. Totally zoned out!