I am relieved that these cade lambs have a healthy appetite for bottled milk after two new borns almost died from wet mouth.
The lambs drink a powdered milk, which mixes either into cold or hot water. One measured container full time four servings, emptied into a jug, filled to the brim, balancing hot and cold into lukewarm water makes four bottles. The cade lambs have to be weaned onto this milk, some lambs take days to adjust, if lambs come into cade ill (often with wet mouth) then they have to be lap nursed.
Some hungry lambs drink water to supplement a lack of milk yield, this can kill a lamb. Often cade lambs arrive not being able to suckle, so the bottle has to be manipulated to bait their swallowing reflect into suckling, patience and perseverance is key to keeping a cade lamb alive.
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The cades have to be kept separate from their mother ewes, special attention about the cade lambs surround is required, to stop them from hurting themselves.
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We use pallets when we run out of hurdles!
Life on the farm goes on for the ewes in lamb, here they are gathered around a ring of hay, this replaces grass, which doesn't grow much this time of year.
Lambs hang out on top of feed in front of their mother ewes, kind of makes sense when their mothers abandon everything for food; they risk being preyed upon from behind.
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We like lambs, and their mother ewes like ewe pellets.
Whilst there is birth, there is also death. Here a dead ewe awaits the knacker man, her hoof spread out as though she is hitch-hiking a lift.
There is a dead ewe still waiting to be taken away.
After feeding Charlies dog Sam, I took him for a walk down to the burn, but the soft bugger pulled back not wanting to get his paws wet; he crosses over the burn for Charlie though. The burn appears idyllic, but the houses built next to water, two of them log cabins are pumping their waste into it.
These waste water pipes are not buried underground as with the older two houses, including the 1920's farmhouse I've been residing in.
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I've been searching for focus to write on my blog, since I began creating a wordpress blog, I think this is partly to do with me being tired, nursing the cade lambs was challenging and kept me awake until early hours of the morning.
The lambs drink a powdered milk, which mixes either into cold or hot water. One measured container full time four servings, emptied into a jug, filled to the brim, balancing hot and cold into lukewarm water makes four bottles. The cade lambs have to be weaned onto this milk, some lambs take days to adjust, if lambs come into cade ill (often with wet mouth) then they have to be lap nursed.
Some hungry lambs drink water to supplement a lack of milk yield, this can kill a lamb. Often cade lambs arrive not being able to suckle, so the bottle has to be manipulated to bait their swallowing reflect into suckling, patience and perseverance is key to keeping a cade lamb alive.
The cades have to be kept separate from their mother ewes, special attention about the cade lambs surround is required, to stop them from hurting themselves.
We use pallets when we run out of hurdles!
Life on the farm goes on for the ewes in lamb, here they are gathered around a ring of hay, this replaces grass, which doesn't grow much this time of year.
Lambs hang out on top of feed in front of their mother ewes, kind of makes sense when their mothers abandon everything for food; they risk being preyed upon from behind.
We like lambs, and their mother ewes like ewe pellets.
Whilst there is birth, there is also death. Here a dead ewe awaits the knacker man, her hoof spread out as though she is hitch-hiking a lift.
After feeding Charlies dog Sam, I took him for a walk down to the burn, but the soft bugger pulled back not wanting to get his paws wet; he crosses over the burn for Charlie though. The burn appears idyllic, but the houses built next to water, two of them log cabins are pumping their waste into it.
These waste water pipes are not buried underground as with the older two houses, including the 1920's farmhouse I've been residing in.
I've been searching for focus to write on my blog, since I began creating a wordpress blog, I think this is partly to do with me being tired, nursing the cade lambs was challenging and kept me awake until early hours of the morning.
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