Miss_thenorth, yes indeed it is more sheep than I really intended -- I suspect (and my husband agrees) that I probably should've just taken you up on your offer to sell me one of your ram lambs -- but, oh well, and this way maybe I can entertain my m-i-l with some spinnable (or at least crafts-able) fleeces
hwillm1977 said:
Oh... I love the name Lambert... I used to love that cartoon, and now I'm spending my afternoon singing the song... over and over

LAAAAMBert the sheepish lion... LAAAAMBert there's no denying
He's a wild and wooly sheep.... LAAAMbert the sheepish lion
Wow, you get the trivia gold star!
They are all still alive this morning despite the fact that every time I woke up during the night I heard coyotes singing quite nearby across the road (the sheep are locked into the chainlink dog runs at night til I get concrete rubble at the foot of the fence and the electric hooked up along the top). They are fun little sheep; whereas Hope and Peace had to be taught to come to the Food Lady, this lot need a good bit of larnin' not to SWARM the Food Lady
Jose lightly butted an empty water bucket I was carrying, out of annoyance that it was not a full grain bucket, but almost immediately discovered that the *other* water bucket I was carrying was *not* empty (not til its contents were dumped onto his head, anyhow). However he seems pretty easygoing and kind otherwise and am still cautious-but-optimistic about him.
I need to get some suitable rope to make a halter, and let them settle in for a couple more days, and then maybe I will see if I can possibly get *any* milk out of Kurly. I dunno, she seems rather independant and bloodyminded for a sheep (had to be dragged to the car by the seller, legs straight out behind her, like a woolly manatee being hauled along the ground, very amusing though probably not from *her* viewpoint). We'll see.
I gotta make a new lid for the brooder - the old one sort of died and got recycled, and I *though* I had a week or two to replace it but the four Narragansett poults are actually 2 wks old (everything else is day-old) and when I went downstairs this morning one was standing atop the waterer looking around the basement with a speculative expression on his face!
BTW, for the record: the car does not smell *at all*. YOu'd never know there were sheep in there. Er, unless you inspected the crevices where the back seat hinges to fold down. But your NOSE would not know
Pat