Bringing up a lamb in a human house …

I am not saying here that this is the correct or right way to bring up a lamb in a house but it is what we are doing in our situation.

The reason I have decided to write about our highs and lows is because there are lots of pitfalls and advice, but I found a lot of it to be ‘not quite enough’ or ‘that’s not our situation’. I guess what I’m saying is, common sense and the gut feeling is what is working for us along side advice from friends and vets who have been through this.

As you all know, it started with me finding a ewe lamb sitting beside our wether ‘Sugar’ who passed away during the storm of Tuesday last week. How the lamb got to be there is a guess on my part; either her mother rejected her at the outset (which I sort of disregard because the lamb was dry from afterbirth) or (more likely) that the mother ran off to the barn at the start of the storm – with one lamb but not realising she had two. The storm was very fast, wet, cold and sudden and was over in an hour.

When I found the lamb, I immediately tried to return it to its mum, but as I now realise, the lamb (Ema) would have had; 1) my scent – from picking her up and 2) probably Sugar’s scent from Ema lying next to him for about an hour. So it is not surprising that Ema was rejected. I did try to wrap Ema in the wool from mum (Nickel) but I think it was too late and after the fact.

Anyway from that time on I realised that Ema was going to be a house-raised lamb. From the first initial bottle of colostrum both Leigh and I realised that we were now in for the long haul. Bottles to be washed, sterilised and feeds to be done at regular intervals through out the next XXX days until she is weaned.

You will also have read about Ema’s pneumonia (here), but what I have since learnt is that this could have been caused in several ways. 1) from the storm, 2) from her lying next to “Sugar” who died of pneumonia, or 3) from drinking from the bottle too fast and milk getting into her lungs (a very common result for bottle fed lambs). Since the latter was something that I took on very seriously, we changed the way we feed Ema; we use a teat with a very small hole, give her lots of breaks in her drinking (to simulate mama) and to hold the bottle so that Ema has to kneel to drink (her back is arched). Ema has recovered from the pneumonia and the cough that she had so we hope we are on the right track with her feeding process.

I also wanted to replicate Ema’s natural environment as much as possible, so on the first day we set up our house garage with a surround of hay and peastraw and hay on the ground to soak up ‘stuff’ (I didn’t want to use ‘nappies’) and a bean chair for ‘human’ to sit in with Ema. That worked well as Ema didn’t move much from the human’s side (Leigh or me). After that it was necessary to think long term as to how we would keep her in the garage and confined so we brought in the hurdles (movable and stable fencing) and put them up in the garage to make a pen. This is still working, and we are now finding that Ema has associated the ‘pen’ to her home. She is quite happy to stay in the pen even if we are not there with her; she settles down without the baa-ing if she is fed and tired.

The other part that we/I am doing (because Ema has imprinted that I am Mama) is to take her out to the paddock when I feed the flock sheep nuts in the morning and in the evening. I have also just sat in the paddock with Ema and read my book or taken photos. Ema has started to venture over to the flock and interact with the lambs and the mothers. Of course the mamas push her aside but she is a courageous little girl and will go back time and again to ‘talk’ with the other sheep.

I am very impressed with her independence in that she goes off by herself to explore the paddock, mingle with the other lambs and generally play. I haven’t left her by herself yet because I am worried about the ‘head-butting’ of the mamas. Ema is prepared to stand her ground though and it wont be long before she is big enough to fend off the butting.

The feeds are now down to four per day and she is taking approximately 300 ml of milk at a time.

This is our routine for now; it won’t be long before this is all over and I/we will look back on this as a part of our farm life. Even if things still go wrong I know that I have given Ema the best chance and now it is up to ‘nature’.

Nice chatting with you even if it is one sided.

Hope you enjoy the blogs… see you all again soon. Maybe Nico will put his stamp on this ‘lambing’ business.

Reflective week …

If I said that last week was a joy and pain, you will understand what I mean if you have been following my stories. Today I’d like to tell you a little of my personal journey thus far …

I care very deeply about my family, friends, animals in my family and, in fact, most living things. I also have this ability to ‘deal with a crisis’ at the time, but heaven help me if I don’t stop and take stock a few days later because sooner or later I’ll reach the point that I have a ‘crash’.

Well that crash happened last night. I’d been on an adrenalin high for about a week (brought on by the lamb Ema, Sugar dying, and then yesterday thinking one of the mums had an infection in her udder). Just as well I have a great husband in Leigh who talked me through it and I am now back to my normal self. This type of thing has only happened a few times in my life but one I have found does make me stronger (when I come out the other end).

I’m telling you my story simply because living on our farm and raising our flock isn’t all ‘wonderful and beautiful’. Having the responsibility to ensure that we take the ‘best’ possible care of our animals, young and old, sick and well, does also take a toll on our mental wellbeing sometimes.

I’d like to think I’m a pragmatist and I do understand about life and death on a farm, but sometimes I tend to make it too personal for me … but that’s my love of life in all things.

It is 6.20am on a beautiful Sunday morning, Ema has had her first big feed (250mls) of milk and is now going onto four feeds a day instead of the 4 hourly feeds, so she has feeds at 6am, 12pm, 6pm and 12am. She has had her injection of antibiotics and pain relief (I gave last night) and is bouncing around like a ‘jack in the box’.

I will now start sitting with her (during the fine days) in the paddock where she can mingle with the other lambs so that she is known and accepted by the flock. She will still stay in her pen in the garage at night for a long while yet, probably until she’s weaned.

Oh, by the way, the picture on the home page is of Nickel. If you are wondering why I’ve changed the picture on the home page, please go to the ‘memorial’ page here.

Nice to chat again … see you all soon.

More farm dramas … Ema has pneumonia

Oh dear our poor wee Ema … she’s had a rough start to life. She’s hanging in there and is ok this morning, be it that she (and we) had a rough night.

At the 4pm feed yesterday she didn’t drink all her bottle, now that is nothing to worry about, but when the 8pm feed came around she wouldn’t drink at all. Mama Clare was going to have an early night (I know 8pm but remember I do the 4am feed), anyway I got up and had a really good look at her, tried her again but nothing … then I noticed that she was having trouble breathing and she was coughing these little coughs. Leigh and I decided to call the vet as we were worried … and she deserves a chance.

A emergency vet (a lovely lady from Christchurch) came out (took an hour) and gave Ema the once over and declared that Ema had pneumonia. Oh no, not another sheep… was my comment and relayed what had happened to ‘Sugar’ and how Ema came to be found after the storm (read a previous post).

Ema was given antibiotics, antihistamine, pain killer and hopefully she will recover ok. She’s on ‘bedrest’ for today and will have a booster shot on Saturday at our regular vets.

She had a reasonable feed at the 12am feed – well little over half and again the same at the 4am feed but by the 8am feed she was up and running around the pen and drank the whole 150ml of milk. Well done Ema … you are looking much better.

Oh and by the way, we had snow last night too, and all the flock are present, correct, and no more new births yesterday … huzzah!!!!

A little ray of sunshine … Ema

Day 2 of our hand feeding Ema – the twin girl that was born in the storm Tuesday. Was it only two days ago? Feels like a week!

We have been feeding Ema colostrum up till today, now we’ve started on the milk replacement. She has six feeds a day, and our day starts at 4pm, so 4pm, 8pm, 12am, 4am, 8am, 12pm. I have elected to do most of the day feeding (unless I have to go out in the car) and Leigh does the night feeding at 12am, I do the 4am.

Ema is adapting well to our life (as different from the flock). Ema lives in our house garage inside an area which has straw and hay and a bean bag (for Mama Clare to sit on).

We intend to keep taking Ema out to the flock twice a day (morning and afternoon) when we feed the flock sheep nuts, that way Ema gets to see the other lambs, interacts with the flock and she still bonds with the flock (well that’s the theory).

We have now birthed six of the seven ewes and have: six boys and three girls.

Aug. 16th # 2 Lumpy – twin boys
Aug. 28th #4 Suzie – twin boys
Sep. 13 #8 Wire – twin boys (ooo not very happy at this point, thinking all those boys)
Sep. 14 #10 Chocolate – twins – 1 (d at birth) 1 girl (at last a girl)
Sep. 15 #9 Nickel – twins girls (Ema – rejected by mum) but mum looking after girl 2.

Still waiting for $6 – Salt and #7 Pepper.

I hope you are all enjoying the blog … it is a sad and happy time farming. One that I know a lot of you will understand.

Cheers for now…

A sad day …

What a day this has been … a happy and a sad day. We had more lambs born today just before a storm hit our block. The mother “#9 Nickel had twins born outside in the shelter belt, she obviously cleaned them and gave them a feed, but when the storm hit she must have taken off for the barn with only one of her babies.

An hour later I went out to check on them all because I heard a lamb bleating; only to find the lamb lying next to a sheep, not Nickel it was Sugar the wether but he must have died in the storm. Oh… so sad… we tried all we could to save him. Anyway I picked up the lamb and took her to her mum, but because the lamb smelt probably of Sugar, Nickel rejected the lamb (head butting it when it tried to feed). So now we have to bottle feed the wee one, AND it’s a girl, and at this point I think the only girl out of the lot!

Oh such a shame but we will try to keep her going, she is in our house garage with straw, her mother’s wool shorn last month and a hot water bottle. She’s had a feed of milk from a bottle and is sleeping at present. It’s going to be a long……night as she will need feeding every 4 hours.

How are we… down on the farm?

This month has seemed very long … and it’s only the 9th … that’s because we are still waiting for our ewes to produce their lambs.

We have also found that one of our wethers – Sugar #1 is not well again. It seems that when we get nor’west winds he gets a bout of pneumonia and why that is, we don’t know yet. We are having the vet look at him today, and we are concerned about a seeming unusual lopsidedness to his abdomen so it’s not looking good for our boy. I know… he’s only a sheep and a wether but I worry about all our sheep – I take my role as shepherd very seriously. Having said that… I also know (although this is hard) that we can not keep all the sheep we bred as we will be overrun and that is no good for our pasture or our breeding programme. In order to keep the best of the bred I will have to sell on the new ram lambs and wethers. The good news is that I have found someone wanting a ram lamb for their new flock, so one little boy will have a good life. I am hoping I get more interest in some others.

Spring is definitely making us feel better and the lambs we do have are now old enough to run around together – get into mischief and generally make a nuisance of themselves with the other ‘nearly mums’. Nico is also making himself known to the lambs, and of course he too is getting into mischief …

Well that’s all for now… see you all again soon.

Nico and the lambs…

Well I know… all new ‘parents’ think their kids are the greatest… and shepherds’ are no exception, they think their ‘lambs’ are the best and cutest…but just look at this… I just think that the combination of the ‘shepherd’s cat, Nico and the lambs is just too cute not to take photos of… and that Mama Lumpy #2 is the best mum for allowing Nico to ‘talk to her babies.

 

Processing the fleece from the flock… and expectant mums

The shearing is finished and so I spent the next four days looking over the ten fleece to get rid of vegetable matter and short locks… and of course clean up any ‘dirty’ wool.

Luckily I recently purchased a sorting table which was very useful in laying out the fleece and then sorting for matter. I am not a professional sorter by any means, but it is cleaner and tidier than doing nothing.

The fleeces are dated and individually named from each sheep so we can identify each fleece.

The fleece below is the first that I wanted to trial for spinning in the raw (unwashed). The sheep this is from is Number 3, Bob. You may know him because I have talked about him a lot; he is the throw-back to the Gute. He is much taller than the other sheep, has always had a lighter fleece than any of the others, and did have a shadow of horns for a while.

His fleece is lighter this year than last year, see below for 2019 fleece in comparison to this year.

The difference in the colours from year to year are very interesting as I thought that the wool would get darker as the sheep aged, but this is not the case here.

I will be back with more information on the fleece later….

We are waiting for our first lambs…. which are due any day.

The new normal…

We would like to think the world will go back to ‘normal’ once the virus is eliminated (or contained) but I think we need to be prepared to accept that things will not go back to the way they were. New Zealand has taken a cautious step out of level 3 to level 2; that means we can visit family and friends and perhaps do some of the things that we use to do. For us things will be the same; we socialise with friends and family and have small gatherings in our homes and clubs.

We hear now that in the last week of June we will probably go to level 1. I will look forward to seeing my friends at the Spinning and Weaving club and seeing more of my family in the weeks to come.

The isolation period – March 26 till now (26 May) has been been an interesting time on the farm. The first week we had problems with the septic tank, the second week issues with the electricity, then in the ensuing weeks, the tank had issues again, the oven decided to breakdown – we have had more problems during this time than at any other time.

June and winter…

With the colder weather coming we are gearing up for lambing in the coldest winter month – August. I will pack a birthing kit with the necessary equipment in case we have trouble with any of the mums or lambs; unlike the last lambing season (2018) when I did not have anything and luckily we did not have any particular trouble. I have grown in confidence around the sheep and they accept me in ‘most situations’ but of course birthing brings its own challenges. I intend to create a ‘birthing-holding’ area inside the sheep barn so that the mothers can come and go, and I can contain a mother with their lambs if I need to. Luckily Gotland Pelt sheep are very good at birthing on their own and raising their lambs, but I need to be ready in case things go bad.

I am hoping that we will have a quiet winter period with time to clean up from autumn and prepare for the colder winter months.

I hope you all continue to be safe and well…

The next time we chat it will be winter and all the glory that the season brings…… maybe snow…… definitely frosts……new ideas for spinning…..new plans for the farm…..news on what Nico the ‘shepherd’s cat’ has been doing…

Take care ….

Who we are ….. who am I?

When I first started this blog the aim was to tell you all a little about our journey through living on a lifestyle block. That aim hasn’t changed, in that I wanted to tell people about our life, our farm, the flock of Gotland Pelt sheep and why we decided to buy a farm in our retirement. What I now realise is that the ‘journey’ to this particular lifestyle started a long time ago and so I thought I’d share my story. “Why?” you ask, well because I want to promote New Zealand and its story and as I am an avid photographer thought you might like to see some of the wonderful scenery we have here (since we can’t visit new places at the moment).


The beginning of the lifestyle farm idea started with Leigh and I renting a property on the West Coast of New Zealand, when I was working for the West Coast District Health Board.

The place we rented was called ‘Moonlight’ (isn’t that a cool name), which had a house and some land and because I have been interested in raising sheep for their wool a friend gave me a couple of orphan lambs who needed a home.

This started a serious discussion into what we wanted to do when we retired, and when we could afford to buy a house of our own.

We stayed in Moonlight for only a year unfortunately and when we shifted we had to find a place that would let us have the two sheep, Mintie and Rosie (Suffolk sheep). We had bottle fed the sheep and continued to feed them with sheep nuts, hence they were very friendly.

Our move to Runanga was a good move but still in a rented house and land. That stay lasted for about a year, then we decided to move back to the Canterbury region. We had to leave the sheep with the property as we were going to move back to the city for a while. Luckily the person owning the house and land was happy to include our two sheep into their flock, so Mintie and Rosie had a new life with a big flock.

One year later and we had the means to look for our own property in Canterbury and because I wanted to purchase the Gotland Pelt sheep it was necessary to find somewhere suitable for the requirements of the breed.

We found West Coast Road after about four months of looking at more than a dozen properties. So that is the beginning of the story with the lifestyle block.

Next time I will tell you about New Zealand and why we decided to live in Canterbury on our retirement lifestyle block…….