The dog excites to watch the sheep being fed and watered, he runs up and down the farmyard, picking up sloppy mud on his long coat, as a brush would hold paint, following Charlie.
He was brushing and rubbing this mud against the walls, cupboards, doors inside the farmhouse; before we built him a kennel to act as an in trim to de-escalate him bringing all the mud into the farmhouse.
Antibiotics have worked on the cade tup with watery mouth, bloating on his stomach has dissipated, revealing how thin and frail he's become. This morning he was hungry, and suckled from the bottle standing up; after 3 days downhill, he is finally making some progress in reversing his decline. The cade tup is also more aware of his surroundings, and bleating, want to see him leaping and rediscovering his playfulness, as we see with the other lambs outside; who have been lucky enough to have been nurtured by their mothers. The herd have had forty-five lambs, and none have died, squashed the mortality rate. The ewe with mastitis is recovering, to day she is on her feet, an improvement after placing sillage and chaff by her feet yesterday.
I am feeling down tonight, the tup cade has become ill again, he's looked miserable for three days whilst I have been nursing him to suckle bottled milk every other hour. I helped Charlie with feeding ewes sillage and chaff and filling water containers this evening; Charlie loves being a sheep farmer; but this is not a profession I'd choose to do, but I am happy to help Charlie get through this lambing season, for both the lambs, ewes and him, and as a plus I gain from the self-defining experience which is awakening diminished perception of an intrinsic depth of living life we've all been detached and alienated from. Tonight I am burning logs, we've run out of coal, but I cleaned out the fireplace earlier, so through the glowing vented grate, the draw of flames is roaring.
He was brushing and rubbing this mud against the walls, cupboards, doors inside the farmhouse; before we built him a kennel to act as an in trim to de-escalate him bringing all the mud into the farmhouse.
Antibiotics have worked on the cade tup with watery mouth, bloating on his stomach has dissipated, revealing how thin and frail he's become. This morning he was hungry, and suckled from the bottle standing up; after 3 days downhill, he is finally making some progress in reversing his decline. The cade tup is also more aware of his surroundings, and bleating, want to see him leaping and rediscovering his playfulness, as we see with the other lambs outside; who have been lucky enough to have been nurtured by their mothers. The herd have had forty-five lambs, and none have died, squashed the mortality rate. The ewe with mastitis is recovering, to day she is on her feet, an improvement after placing sillage and chaff by her feet yesterday.
I am feeling down tonight, the tup cade has become ill again, he's looked miserable for three days whilst I have been nursing him to suckle bottled milk every other hour. I helped Charlie with feeding ewes sillage and chaff and filling water containers this evening; Charlie loves being a sheep farmer; but this is not a profession I'd choose to do, but I am happy to help Charlie get through this lambing season, for both the lambs, ewes and him, and as a plus I gain from the self-defining experience which is awakening diminished perception of an intrinsic depth of living life we've all been detached and alienated from. Tonight I am burning logs, we've run out of coal, but I cleaned out the fireplace earlier, so through the glowing vented grate, the draw of flames is roaring.
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