It was not just an impulsive decision. This had been going on for months. Since some extra lambs had come from a sister company, there were two of this flock who had stood out as being particularly popular and friendly amongst the other lambs as well as the carers. Michael, a previous intern, had been hoping that I would try to save a particular ram lamb too but I had enough of a task with trying to save 18 lambs I had raised– this was before the ewe lambs all became pregnant and would now be safe for the foreseeable future. The two sheep in question were a brother and sister with brown faces and pale coats. I have tried to look it up but cannot find an exact breed, they could be cross breeds. The female is pregnant and had been courted by Larry 15 and Jake 3. The male I had noticed had always come up and tried to be friendly but I always had distinguished my interest as in the ones I raised when I went to visit. Trying to check in with each one individually was time consuming enough without adding another one. This last visit was since I had left the farm and I was a bit apprehensive as I had not visited them properly since 6 November when I had a bout of ringworm, (the joys of working with animals and the tough way to learn about disease management). I had read that sheep have excellent memories for people they had not seen for months under study (Geist) but was not sure if they were all going to be a bit feral and still in rutting season – in which case I would have to defend my alpha dominance and not let any of them push me around.
I went to see the females first and Amelie 13 moved towards me at speed and allowed me to fuss and give her a big hug – before going back to the important task of getting nutrition from the grass. Noir 4 was next and even Emily 23 who was not that forthcoming, came to say hello. The only one who did not take much notice was Val 14 and she had been very friendly before – in fact one of my favourites. Some lambs I noticed if I had not visited regularly would ignore me for several visits before becoming friendly again. She looked well so I moved on to the boys.
The boys were all penned up so I could see and re-spray them with their numbers so they could be easily identified. I had been tempted to try to re-spray the females but they could sense I was up to something and moved away still eating grass but aware. The boys recognised me and Siegfried 24 was warm and welcoming which was a relief as he has been known to go cool on people if he does not see them awhile. I felt very special actually as each gave me a welcome individually and it was as if time had not passed. I lose time when I visit the lambs. It just passes and it was becoming dark. I had made another decision which was to try to fight for the 11th lamb with the brown face that was not one I had helped raise – but had been working on me for months. I admired his persistence as he had not given up. I had noticed though that when I did not give him any attention or particular friendliness he had been subdued even depressed – and he had gotten under my skin. I was not sure if the animal sanctuary would agree to an 11th lamb and the vet would take another to be health checked so I sprayed a question mark on him. He has no name and it seems that maybe people might take it the wrong way that he has a question mark, it is not in jest, I just needed to mark him so he would be put aside and it seemed a good a way as any. Marking the other boys was not difficult. They did not bat an eyelid as I sprayed the numbers and stood still. They must have sensed how pleased at how smoothly this went. I noticed and always had that the brown faced lamb had good relationships with the other orphans and he is not a dominant so I knew it would be ok if he came. I decided to have a go at trying to add him to my crowd funding efforts. In effect I had adopted him. He must have seen how I was with the others and wanted me to do this as this is what they do with other ewes when they are younger. My behaviour had not been dissimilar to that of a ewe sheep in rejecting him these months as they rarely adopt. However, this time, he had jumped up at me twice, which he had not done so before, and looked up at me straight in the eyes with this sad expression. His breath was raspy and there was something not right. If he went to sanctuary he might have a chance to recover but it would need to be quick. The transporter I had been speaking to had asked me if I had taken the sign off that said ‘mum’ when I had relayed the experience. I had grimaced wryly. Anyhow, he had gotten shitty paws all over me when he had jumped up as everything is a brown colour in this weather. Despite this, (I’m used to it really as I work with animals), I had noticed when I had given my attention to the others, that he had seemed depressed. He sat slightly apart and sat down with downcast eyes and yes it drew me in.
After a few lamb selfies which they are good at, I left and put things in motion then waited for answers. In my next post I will relay final costs and decisions regarding my action with the lambs as I now have answers back – so if you have read the previous post with the costings then ignore it as things have changed again..
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https://www.indiegogo.com/projects/sheep-stars-a-friendly-orphan-flock/x/9512176