Tag Archives: lambing

Playing tag

I made it up to the sheep barn today just in time to see the last lamb of the morning being tagged. French bureaucrats make one hell of a meal (no pun intended) out of lamb traceability and every year the requirements become … Continue reading

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Hitting the bottle

I abandoned my dearly beloved for a week to visit my sister, but it was business as usual in the sheep barn. Lambs were born and bottle fed when necessary.. ..and any leftovers always went to the most hardworking mutt. … Continue reading

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Sheep barn or maternity hospital?

The sheep barn has been transformed into an emergency maternity ward, with the lambs going through the same routine as any other baby. When they are born, they have their umbilical cord disinfected.. and if their mother doesn’t have enough milk.. … Continue reading

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Pocket lamb

When this little fellow was born my husband immediately christened him Pocket lamb, or Agneau de Poche as the French like to say. He weighed in at about a kilo – which I suppose makes him the equivalent of a … Continue reading

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It’s lambing time again

I don’t know what it is about lambing that always draws me back to this blog. Something seems to pull me up to the sheep barn around this time every year and then drags me back down to the computer. There … Continue reading

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Standing room only

Even though they live in a sheep barn that’s big enough to play rugby in, the lambs always seem to snooze piled on top of one another. At night they will seek out their mothers for company, but during the … Continue reading

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The mascot

  It is hard to become emotionally attached to a sheep. They’re not like cats and dogs who return your affection. Climb into an enclosure with them and they’re off like Olympic runners. Try and get up close to a … Continue reading

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