Dogs, colza and a surprise-lamb

I have to leave Bach (Bernese mountaindog) here when I go back to Germany (not now, one day, maybe in a month or such). That’s difficult for me. He thinks I am his mom. If I am around, he is happy. In the morning he jumps on my bed, throws his 40kg (88lbs) on me and starts to meditate while I cuddle him. His head is often completely empty, he is enlightened.

Bach, happy as usual, own photo, licence: Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported/ CC by SA

Some days ago Phex (Belgian shepherd) ran away late in the evening. It wasn’t the first time. He sometimes falls in love with a bitch in the village. I am always scared when he runs away, because the people drive like crazy around here. So me, Rudi (Glen of Imaal terrier) and Bach jumped in our car to search Phex. We found him on the road to the village, he was already on his way back home. Happy reunion with lots of hugs.

Happy Phex and the shadow of the photographer. Own photo, licence: Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported/ CC by SA

Happy Phex on a road in Villeret. Own photo, licence: Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported/ CC by SA

We like to walk through the fields, even if it rains sometimes.

Colza at the end of the world. Own photo, licence: Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported/ CC by SA

Colza. Own photo, licence: Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported/ CC by SA

Two days ago Kleinfleckchen was lambing. That was rather a surprise. Kleinfleckchen is one year old and I thought she wasn’t pregnant. She has lots of wool, she wasn’t sheared yet. All the other got their lambs in February. The last two nights mother and lamb slept in the straw storage stable. Kleinfleckchen gets extra portions of dry sheep food.

Brad and another lamb greet the newborn lamb. I don't know yet if it is male or female. Kleinfleckchen gets hysterical when I touch the lamb. She is a good mother, maybe a bit too good. It's best to leave them alone. Own photo, licence: Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported/ CC by SA

Brad says: The lamb is okay. It can join my army. Own photo, licence: Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported/ CC by SA

Kleinfleckchen sucks the humidity out of the placenta. Sheep do that. After lambing the ewe is very thirsty. Own photo, licence: Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported/ CC by SA

Finally alone, with a bucket of fresh water and sheep food. Own photo, licence: Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported/ CC by SA

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Of Brad and colza

Brad doesn’t get milk anymore. He is a teenager now. But he is just as cute as he always was and still wants to be with me (probably because I yield granulated sheep food). Two days ago I was deworming the sheep with Niratil, a product, that has to be applied by intramuscular injections. Brad didn’t like that and was pouting for some hours. But in the meantime he likes me again (probably because I yield granulated sheep food).

Brad, own photo, licence: Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported/ CC by-SA

The plants grow like crazy, it’s green here and full of blossoms (and of stinging nettles). The weather isn’t the best though, it’s cold and rainy (yes, I know that even wannabe-French people are obsessed by the weather).

Brad and two other sheep on the pasturage, own photo, licence: Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported/ CC by-SA

Sheep on the pasturage, doing their work. Own photo, licence: Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported/ CC by-SA

The lamb looks content while it squints against the sun. Own photo, licence: Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported/ CC by-SA

On some of the fields around the property grows colza. I doubt, that Brad would eat colza. But I like how it smells and its colour. A friend who lives about 20km south of here says, that colza-fields are too bright. When he wakes up and the sun shines on the colza-field under his window, he has to close his eyes.

Colza, own photo, licence: Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported/ CC by-SA

Colza and clouds, own photo, licence: Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported/ CC by-SA

A band of rapeseed at the storage shed of the neighbours, own photo, licence: Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported/ CC by-SA

Band of colza at the truck company, own photo, licence: Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported/ CC by-SA

Rapeseed in the distance, own photo, licence: Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported/ CC by-SA

Rapeseed in the distance, own photo, licence: Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported/ CC by-SA

Band of colza at Berthouville, own photo, licence: Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported/ CC by-SA

Band of colza at Berthouville, own photo, licence: Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported/ CC by-SA

Colza, own photo, licence: Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported/ CC by-SA

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