Winter is coming

And even the sheep catch a cold.

Poor Brad had a cold and stayed 5 days in the barn. The vet visited us, a very nice young woman. She gave Brad 3 injections and he took it like a ram. Then I gave him every day an antibiotics injection. Brad felt better after one night and it was so boring in the stable. We played who eats the chess tokens first. Brad always won.

Poor Brad has caught a cold

After his release from the barn, he followed me everywhere. Even in the house. And other sheep followed him. Kleines for example likes to come in the house anyway.

We follow you everywhere

On the picture Kleines and Brad come OUT of my sleeping room. Needless to say, that my sleeping room doesn’t belong to me alone. The dogs and at least one cat sleep there too. That’s why Bach is a bit worried. “Will those sheep sleep here as well?” Don’t worry Bach.

I gave them some sweet chestnuts to bribe them.

Sweet chestnut

Sweet chestnuts are the best. (sheep proverb)

I’m the author of the photographs, they are available under a Creative Commons licence on Flickr.

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Happy Sheep

It was a good decision to stay without new ram and have no lambs this year. The old ladies are happy and jump around like lambs. Even Daffne and she’s 7 years old. Other positive results are less drama, because there are no dying sheep/ lambs and less expenses. If we’re against expectations still here at the end of summer, I’ll buy a young ram from the nephew of my former shepherd. He has lambs, but he brings all sheep in the stable in the evening. And they stay there over night. He feeds them a lot and he can heat the stable. It’s a hobby, he doesn’t earn anything from it and neither do I.

Schafe

They follow me every evening. Own photo on Flickr, licence: CC by-SA/ Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported

Schafe Normandie

The uncle of my former shepherd used to raise cows in this stable since 1968. Not much has changed since then. Own photo on Flickr, licence: CC by-SA/ Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported

Schafe Normandie

Agathe and a very woolly lamb of last year are grazing. Own photo on Flickr, licence: CC by-SA/ Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported

Glotz-Schaf

Oh noooo, someone is watching me! Own photo on Flickr, licence: CC by-SA/ Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported

Brad

Agathe and Brad. Own photo on Flickr, licence: CC by-SA/ Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported

Schafe

Agathe has lost all fear. Here she bites in the strap of my camera. Own photo on Flickr, licence: CC by-SA/ Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported

Schafe Normandie

Brad’s 9 are ready. Own photo on Flickr, licence: CC by-SA/ Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported

Schafe

and chewing is healthy. Own photo on Flickr, licence: CC by-SA/ Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported

Schafe

-“What do you think?” -“I don’t know but she’ll go away after some time. Those twolegged get bored fast.” Own photo on Flickr, licence: CC by-SA/ Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported

Schafe an der Raufe

At the hayrack. Brad searches the last crumbs of dry sheepfood while Daffne closes her eyes and enjoys the hay. Own photo on Flickr, licence: CC by-SA/ Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported

Sheepish Maydens

The end is nigh. I have absolutely no money anymore. Certain people ask me, if I have special expenses and if I say “yes”, they don’t react. Why ask at all? I called the sheepmerchant and he said, that the lambs are still too small. I agree, but I have no choice. I won’t sell all of them though. The sale is set for May 22. This is always difficult, but this time much more difficult because they are still so young. Yesterday I went for a walk with the dogs up the hill. On half way up I heard a lamb crying. I thought it was one of my lambs and nearly went back. But it couldn’t be one of my sheep, I was already too far away and they wouldn’t go that far, even if they could escape. Shaun, my black ram, used to escape. And he always only made a trip around the property.

Next time I heard the lamb cry, I noticed the baa came from the top of the hill. There is a small pond with lawn around it. The owner must have bought chickens and lambs. There were 5 or 6 black-headed lambs, much too young to be separated from the mother. They were scared, lying together and crying frequently. Not a very motivating sight. Plus the horse is back in its mud hole. My favourite neighbour wasn’t at home, or I would have asked him about the changes on the hill.

The title is a lie, Brad’s newest recruit (and no, she is very much too young to get sold) and her proud mother on April 30. They are at least maidens and shy. Own photo, licence:Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported/ CC by SA

She’s very cute and follows her mother everywhere. Own photo, licence:Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported/ CC by SA

Some of the inhabitants of the area clearly give a damn about the beauty of the landscape. Someone has thrown a beercan out of the window of a car into the beautiful colza at the road. I might have too many prejudices, but I would bet it was a young, male person.

Pollution. I couldn’t stand the sight, grabbed the beer can and it spilt stale beer over my hand. Oh great. The can was half-full. Own photo, licence:Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported/ CC by SA

Rudi doesn’t know it yet, but sometimes I think he noticed something is wrong with him. His prostate gland is swollen. He has problems to drop faeces because of that. He needs a castration. And the lambsale is supposed to provide the money for that. Most of the time he is very happy though. This morning he brought me indefinable body parts of a rabbit (“yuk, errr I mean thank you Rudi”). And he was very proud of it.

Rudi muses about something. Own photo, licence:Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported/ CC by SA

Brad has caught a tapeworm and it’s likely that he’s not the only one. The lambsale is supposed to pay for Cestocur (endoparasiticide oral suspension for sheep). I still got loads of Niratil and some Panacur, but it doesn’t work against tapeworms.

The title is a lie again. I took the photo on April 30 before the tapeworm. Brad is not shy and he’s a boy. Own photo, licence:Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported/ CC by SA

Brad flattens his ears. Own photo, licence:Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported/ CC by SA

Another lamb which I won’t sell is the little Knubbel (knob), the daughter of Kleines (small one). She is stout, kind of round, rather like a ball and not like an egg. Oval is the optimal body shape of sheep, but I got to admit, that ball-shaped sheep are quite cute.

Knubbel is shy and a maiden and I took the photo on May 1. Isn’t she cute? Own photo, licence:Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported/ CC by SA

Brad is eating (May 7). Own photo, licence:Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported/ CC by SA

Brad isn’t really thin either. I guess I’m a good ewe somehow. Own photo, licence:Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported/ CC by SA

The new lamb and one of the oldest ram-lambs. Own photo, licence:Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported/ CC by SA

The new one loves to lie around on the pasturage. Own photo, licence:Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported/ CC by SA

Hey, don’t watch me while I eat. Own photo, licence:Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported/ CC by SA

Kleines is still worried if anybody approaches her daughter. It doesn’t matter if it’s me or another sheep. She was grazing peacefully, until she noticed the male lamb near – lets call her Agathe.

Agathe is grinning, but Kleinfleckchen (small patch) looks up and notices the male lamb. Own photo, licence:Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported/ CC by SA

Kleinfleckchen shows the male lamb who wears the wool (errr). Own photo, licence:Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported/ CC by SA

Are you okay sweetie? Own photo, licence:Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported/ CC by SA

I didn’t do it! Own photo, licence:Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported/ CC by SA

All is well that ends well. Own photo, licence:Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported/ CC by SA

One that will get sold is the son of Stirnlöckchen (forelock). She is over ten years old and having a son is too much for her. But he’s very cute and in the last days he regained his lop ears.

Lop ear-lambs are cute. Sigh. They are all cute. own photo, licence:Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported/ CC by SA

I got no new photo of her but yesterday my rather sheepish female cat Farbexplosion (colour explosion) shocked me. I was feeding her in Markus’ old sleeping room. There is an old cobweb at the side of window. A fat fly got caught in the web. I fished the fly out of the web and threw it out of the window. There was still a bit of web sticking to the fly. Farbexplosion jumped out of the window like a maniac and ate the fat fly. It made a crunchy noise. That seriously can’t be tasty, fat fly with cobweb. I wondered for a moment if I should be scared of her. But I decided, that it’s good if cats and dogs eat flies and spiders. Nice of them… somehow.

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The adventures of Brad, the hypnolamb

Brad was brought to me on February 8 2012 by the washing machine.

Brad and Pitt, sadly only Brad survived. Damn cold wave in February 2012. Own photo, licence:Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported/ CC by SA

Well no, actually Brad’s mother died some hours after he was born. Her death was completely unexpected, something must have gone very wrong because of the cold. It was -13°C (8.5°F) that night. She was in the straw storage stable with Kleines and the lamb of Kleines, but it wasn’t enough.

Brad was wearing diapers in the house, where he spent most of the first week of his life. The dogs were his nurses, I was his mom (milk offering maid). The tiny problem with male lambs and diapers is, that the “bung” of the lamb always peeks out.

Brad explores the snowwhite world (February 11). Here he gets cleaned by Bach. Own photo, licence: Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported/ CC by SA

Brad, Bach and Strubbel. Strubbel was a one years old lamb with greasy skin. The greasy skin made her look scrubby. Own photo, licence: Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported/ CC by SA

Brad in front of the door. He's probably peeing. Own photo, licence: Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported/ CC by SA

Maybe a first sign of his superpowers, Brad was peeing here for a veeery long time. Own photo, licence: Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported/ CC by SA

Brad runs with superspeed. Own photo, licence: Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported/ CC by SA

Brad, casting long shadows. Own photo, licence: Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported/ CC by SA

The snow started to thaw on February 13.

On February 15 Brad decided to sleep in the straw stable with Stirnlöckchen old sheep, altes schaf and her newborn lamb. That was a good decision. Stirnlöckchen is an over 10 years old, dignified sheep lady, who shouldn’t get any lambs anymore. Unlike the other ewes, she’s not fast enough to hit the lambs of others. Her son, who called on my milk-services, and Brad became close friends.

Brad thinks dogs are sheep. Together they explored the pasturage and the rest of the world. Own photo, licence: Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported/ CC by SA

On February 18 Brad decided, that he wants to stay outside during the day, but not alone. Mom has to stay outside with him. His hypnotic gaze is irresistible. I had to live outside for some days. At least Brad still slept in the straw hotel.

Brad with his bodyguard Phex. Own photo, licence: Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported/ CC by SA

Bodyguard Bach (Bernese mountaindog) a girl and Brad on February 20. Own photo, licence: Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported (CC BY-SA 3.0)

Brad, a lambgirl and Bach. Own photo, licence: Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported (CC BY-SA 3.0)

Brad on the pasturage. Own photo, licence: Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported (CC BY-SA 3.0)

Bodyguard Rudi and Brad on February 25. Own photo, licence: Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported (CC BY-SA 3.0)

On March 5 I applied tetanus shots to all the lambs, including Brad. Luckily the needle didn’t break on his steelwool. This was the first time he put me on his list of people he’ll turn into slaves when he’ll take over the world. (No, I’m not serious. Just adding this remark in case some Germans read this.)

Brad on March 9 with a bit of milkfoam at his mouth. He was drinking fast. own photo, licence: Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported (CC BY-SA 3.0)

Brad with milkfoam at his mouth. Own photo, licence: Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported (CC BY-SA 3.0)

Brad walks to his mom on March 15. Own photo, licence: Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported/ CC by-SA

Brad with a malicious smile and Kleines, who looks rather scared in Brad's direction. Own photo, licence: Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported/ CC by-SA

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

Then I reduced the milk for Brad and gave him dry sheep food instead. A hard time for hypnolamb.

Brad eats dry sheepfood on March 22. Own photo, licence: Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License/ CC by-SA

Brad is not really thin (March 23). Own photo, licence: Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License/ CC by-SA

Brad reminds me, that he is hungry (March24). Sometimes he reminds dogs and cats, that he is hungry. Dogs and cats fear him and run away. Own photo, licence: Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License/ CC by-SA

Brad says: “Take my feet. Now open your mind to me. Open your mind… open your mind…”

The hypnotic power of Brad. I .. have... to give... him food... I can't... resist. Own photo, licence: Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License/ CC by-SA

Brad tells another lamb a joke on April fools' day. Own photo, Licence: Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License/ CC by-SA

Then he acts as if there was something good in an empty bucket. Own photo, licence: Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License/ CC by-SA

The bucket can also be used to scratch the head. Own photo, licence: Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License/ CC by-SA

Brad, you weren't serious, or? Own photo, licence: Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License/ CC by-SA

On April 3 John (a friend) assigned Brad a special operation in the USA.
Brad’s diary:
8:00am I arrived at John’s home and drove some evil spirits out of his house.
9:30am I ate all of John’s books and his toilet paper. Now I am hungry again. I think I go back home.

Sheep like to eat paper, books, business cards and so on.

On April 21 I was deworming the sheep with intramuscular injections of Niratil. Brad indicted me for assault and battery.

Brad on April 21. Own photo, licence: Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported/ CC by-SA

Brad leads and the other sheep follow... eventually. Own photo, licence: Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported/ CC by-SA

We had visitors. Visitors bring your rubber boots and don’t forget a carrot for the guardsheep! Brad liked to get attention of Elissa (the traveling pear). Brad thought: “A new recruit for my army.”

On April 24 Brad yelled at me in the morning on the pasturage because the weather was bad and he was hungry. I scratched him behind the ear and he said: “Mom I am too old for this now. My friends will laugh if I behave like a baby.” Okay then. We walked to the stable at the road and back. Brad followed me around. He doesn’t mind to look like a baby if he gets food afterwards. We went back to the cottage and I let him inside. I gave him a bowl of granulated sheep food and that made Brad very happy. He took me off the list of people he will turn into slaves with his hypnogaze. When he had nearly finished his breakfast, I put the bowl outside, rattling it a bit. And he followed the bowl. Food always works as a bait. When the bowl was empty, Brad started to cry. He yelled for me and I had to hide or he just doesn’t stop to cry. All my bottle-fed lambs were like this, and I never get used to it. Their hypnocry makes me want to cuddle them immediately. I resist, I am strong. And eventually Brad walks off and finds the other sheep who roam around the park somewhere.

On April 25 I was sitting on the pasturage in the afternoon and cuddling Brad. Then Miniputz came. I went back to the stable, lamb and cat followed. Miniputz purred and wanted to jump on my back. I am some kind of mobile tower for her. Brad got jealous. I have never seen him that angry before. He tried to hit her with the side of his head. Much tooo slow. She moved two steps ahead, out of the range of the deadly, woolly weapon. I decided to end the fight of the titans by climbing over the fence. Brad yelled for me. I resisted. Is life difficult? You decide.

On April 26 we got a new lamb.

Brad and another lamb inspect the new recruit. Own photo, licence: Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported/ CC by SA

Brad approves the lamb. 'She'll be strong and beautiful. Besides, I like girls.' Own photo, licence: Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported/ CC by SA

On April 29 I had to eat breakfast in my sleeping room, because Berta was looking through the windows of the living room from the outside and yelling hungrily at me (sheep are always hungry). Brad and her two lambs were cheering for her. She might be his state secretary or such. Since their tactic didn’t pay off, they let me have breakfast in the living room on the following day. I bet they work on a plan how to make me feed them 24/24.

I will update this story about the adventures of Brad from time to time. May he live long and prosper!

More lambs

We got 17 lambs in the meantime. Yesterday Daffne gave birth to two cute and healthy looking lambs. Today we had an emergency with Hernie, the lamb went out head first and was too big to just let the rest follow. I had to chase the other sheep off the pasture, because Hernie wanted to move away from me. I bribed her with sheep food, grabbed her, threw her down and tried my best to get the lamb out alive. I couldn’t pres the head back in, it was already swollen. So I had to search inside for a leg. Finally found a knee, pulled the leg out and then the rest followed. But it was already too late and now I am tired. I hope Hernie is okay. It can take a bit to find out. The feet can damage the mother inside. But I am carefully optimistic about her.

I made the photos some days ago.

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These two lambs sleep most of the time, they are very calm and get lost frequently. Own photo, licence: public domain

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One lamb sleeps right, one lamb sleeps left. Bach, the Bernese mountain dog watches. In the background you can see the 16th century stable. Own photo, licence: puplic domain

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Not all of the lambs sleep all the time, some already try to eat dirt, grass and leaves. Own photo, licence: public domain

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The lambs look very cute when they lie around. Own photo, licence: public domain

On February 14 Stirnlöckchen gave birth to a very big boy. All went well though she is over ten years old. I helped to pull him out.

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Stirnlöckchen's son drinks for the first time in his life, he's still full of vernix caseosa or whatever that is. Own photo, licence: public domain

Usual lamb confusion

In the meantime we got 12 lambs by six ewes. It is still questionable if all of them will survive. This morning Daffne got two lambs in the “hole” and since one lamb of another ewe was in the hole too, Daffne thought it’s hers. Daffne is a very social and motherly ewe, something similar happened last year and she tried to get three lambs along, which is difficult with two teats. That’s why I have been giving Kleines the bottle. Since two of the lambs that were with her in this year had fresh umbilical cords and one had a dry one. It was easy to see which wasn’t hers. I grabbed that one while I fed Daffne and carried it to the correct mother, that was already crying and wouldn’t stop crying for quite some time even after I brought her the lamb.

Now I smell of lamb poo somehow.

If the lambs got confused again later on, I’ll put Fleckli with her lambs in the stable, so they will stay together during the night.

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Lamb number seven and eight, own photo, licence: public domain

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A meeting of lamb three, four, five and six. They confused their mothers a bit but disentangled later. Own photo, licence: public domain

Lamb number one or two looks impish. Own photo, licence: CC by/ Creative Commons Attribution

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And the angered mother runs in the front. Own photo, licence: public domain

Some are newborn some get sold

We got four lambs now, two male lambs and two female lambs. The first two are already quite strong. A tiny girl that was born today looks very tiny and the next days will show if she survives. Those lambs were born by two ewes, so we expect a lot more.

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Better to give Ringelschwanz a name, just in case she dies. I bribed the mother with some sheepfood, so she let me take some photos. Own photo, licence: CC by/ Creative Commons Attribution

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Ringelschwanz is very curious. Own photo, licence: CC by/ Creative Commons Attribution

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And her mother intervenes. Own photo, licence: CC by/ Creative Commons Attribution

Gustav, Shaun and the two lambs that Berta had last year get sold today, so we can buy food for all of us. We’re completely broke and certain people try to find excuses not to pay us anymore.

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Berta and Shaun drink out of the still frozen watering place. Own photo, licence: CC by/ Creative Commons Attribution

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Kleines and Rehlein; Kleines is quite fat. Own photo, licence: public domain

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Shaun and a nameless ewe (Dreckschnäuzchen) in the park; own photo, licence: public domain

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Phex and some sheep in the park in front of the north tower and the Cottage, own photo, licence: public domain

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Kleines and Dickes at the gate to the front yard of the cottage, own photo, licence: public domain

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Stirnlöckchen, Rehlein and a nameless ewe at the pseudo-moat, own photo, licence: public domain

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The first lambs 2011 and their mother at Tristan's grave, own photo, licence: public domain

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The lamb is curious. Own photo, licence: public domain

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They are cute. Own photo, licence: public domain

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The mother gets worried. Own photo, licence: public domain