The view from the top is interesting, but not always reality.
Gravity is your friend…
…but when that doesn’t work, use leverage.
Don’t wear your best jeans.
You get what you pay for. (Don’t be fooled by the duct tape. This is a great hay hook.)
Be aware of your surroundings.
Dogs aren’t much help when moving hay.
Use brains when you don’t have enough brawn.
That’s 80 bales of hay, about 100 pounds each. If you don’t use it, you lose it. But if you use it too much, go for the ibuprofen.
One down, more to go.
Real life farming is not always pretty
DISCLAIMER: You wanted it real, right? At least that’s what I hear from some people who say they want to know what it’s like to raise sheep. So this post is real. No pretty pictures; in fact, some down-right yucky ones. A few sad stories. It’s the other part of life on the farm. Skip this post if you don’t want to know.
Over the last couple of months I have had to deal with several relatively minor veterinary issues. If I had to call a vet for each of these I might as well give up raising sheep. There are some things you just have to do on your own. But also note that if I hadn’t dealt with these issues as they arose they would have become much more serious. As it is, they are mostly nuisances, taking time away from other things on the never-ending list of things-to-do.
Problem: Ram horn growing too close to jaw.
It doesn’t look too bad here but…
…here is how it looked after I cut the horn. There was already an open sore on the skin which is the perfect place for infection and fly strike to start. This ram was never registered and destined for butcher because of his horns and his personality. In fact I had counted on using his very cool striped horns for dozens of fabulous buttons. The sad story is that his horns were lost at the butcher facility and no one seems to know what happened to them. Discouraging.
Problem: Ram horn growing into skull.
This is Miller. He started life out with nice looking horns, but after one broke it started to grow in the wrong direction. (Those photos will be another post.) This is looking down and you can see the horn going into the top of his skull behind his ear.
This is the kind of saw that you use to cut horns. It’s a wire piece with two handles. I can’t find mine so this belongs to a friend (thanks, Jackie).
Here is a close up after cutting the horn. It’s hard to tell but the horn had already gone into the flesh making an open wound.
This is the same view covered with Swat, an product that keeps the flies away. It comes in clear or pink. I like pink because I can see that it is still there. Sorry boys. I took these photos in mid-June. It’s early August and this horn needs to be cut again. I just looked up the wire saw on-line because I need to buy one. I read that the wire gets dull with use. No wonder that when I tried to cut this horn again I couldn’t get anywhere. I will buy two of these wire saws (with the wire that can be replaced) and give one to Jackie.
Problem: Ewe depressed (not in the psychiatric way), not eating, getting worse quickly
One morning I found Hattie, an otherwise healthy 3 year old ewe who was in a group of ewes I had recently weaned, not wanting to eat and not responding to much I did. I was teaching a class that morning and couldn’t do much other than put her in her own pen and get back to her later.
Do you see Hattie’s posture in the photo above? That is known as star-gazing and sometimes is a result of a thiamine deficiency. I didn’t think Hattie could see–not a problem with the eyes, but a neurologic problem. From Sheep101:
Polioencephalomalacia (PEM, CCN, polio, cerebrocortical necrosis) Polioencephalomalacia is a disease of the central nervous system, caused by a vitamin B1 (thiamine) deficiency. Since the rumen manufactures B vitamins, polio is not caused by insufficient thiamine, but rather the inability to utilize it. The most common symptom of polio is blindness and star-gazing. Polio most commonly occurs in lambs that are consuming high concentrate diets. Polio can also occur in sheep that consume plants that contain a thiamase inhibitor. Polio symptoms mimic other neurological disease conditions, but a differential diagnosis can be made based on the animals' response to injections of vitamin B1.
I knew that an injection of thiamine would clear this up if that was the problem so I called my vet (Dr. M) to get some. I gave Hattie the injection and saw no response. I talked to Dr. M and she asked if she could come out and bring some students who were helping her. (She said that if nothing else, I would be adding to the students’ experience.) In the long run, we gave Hattie thiamin, calcium, and glucose to no avail. She died within a few hours. I took her to the Food Animal Health and Safety Lab at UC Davis and the necropsy report showed copper toxicity. That could also be the subject of another post someday. There have been a few other deaths associated with Cu toxicity and I don’t know the source of the Cu.
Problem: Ram lamb with broken horn (and lots of blood and flies).
That is not the normal position of a horn. The lambs often break horns when they play and fight, but they usually break the outer covering off the horn, leaving a bloody core. It’s messy, but if you do nothing (except use Swat on the head to keep flies away) it will dry up and heal and the horn will continue to grow. But not this one.
This is looking down on the ram’s head. The lower horn broke at the base of the core which leaves a hole in the head. In this case you can’t just put the horn back and expect it to reattach…and you have to be careful of infection and fly strike. I ended up taking this horn off entirely and then having to cauterize the wound to stop the bleeding.
Swat again. I kept the ram in a pen for a day with a fan blowing to hopefully keep the flies off. The second day I decided he was better off in the field instead of the barn. He is now a 3-horn ram and is in the butcher line-up.
Problem: Ram with swollen jaw.
Remember this guy? This is the one from the first photos. I noticed a swollen jaw. My first thought is bottle jaw (caused by worm overload). On closer examination I saw something else.
This is a view of the underside of the jaw.
Here is the solution. Cut the horn, take a photo, then apply Swat.
Problem: Ram with gooey eye.
This is Miller again. I noticed eye looking gooey and let this one go for a little while. (It’s more work to catch the rams.)
After I took a closer look I realized that the gooey eye was a result of a wound (probably from rams fighting) and not due to illness. It was not only gooey, but the lids were swollen.
Clean up was in order.
More clean up and then Swat.
Problem: Ram with swollen jaw.
This ram lamb has no horns to speak of so that is not the problem. At first I thought this one was bottle jaw also and I think I treated him with worm medicine. The swelling never subsided and then started to change from an even swelling to something that felt more like an abcess. I just realized that I have no more photos of this one and that’s probably a good thing. This was a big abcess, probably from a foxtail. I treated it and kept the ram away from the others, but I could never get it to clear up well. This ram went with the last batch of rams who were butchered.
Back to pretty pictures next time.
Summer Lambs & Other Fair-time Observations
From a management standpoint having new lambs in July is not very smart. It’s like managing two separate flocks. On the other hand, it’s always fun to see new lambs. More importantly I like to support the efforts of UCD and the Veterinary Medical Teaching Hospital in presenting the Livestock Nursery at the CA State Fair. It is a major attraction and helps to provide much-needed education to the public.
This year I took five pregnant ewes to the fair, and I visited the fair yesterday.
Dona has twins. I bred some of the ewes to Faulkner, the BFL, as well as to a Jacob ram. It was more important to have lambs, any lambs, than to have purebred Jacob lambs. I decided that in breeding out of season using two rams would be safer than counting on just one and that by using Faulkner I’d be able to tell which ram sired the lambs. I think that I have one of each here. The lambs are quite different looking.
Phyllis had a single ram and Clover had twins, all sired by Faulkner.
Isadora was bred to a Jacob ram and has a nice single ram lamb. I had a phone call today that Foxglove has also lambed with a single ram.
Here is a view of the nursery first thing in the morning. When I left at noon the place was packed.
I wandered around the fair for a little while before I left. I thought I’d check out a few of my favorite spots. I won’t get much time to do that once I get there with the other sheep at the end of next week.
There is a memorial to September 11. In the background is a steel beam from one of the towers and in the foreground is a sphere on which is inscribed the names of all the victims of that horrendous tragedy. It floats and spins gently on a cushion of water.
I breezed through the art show. This caught my eye. That is plastic bottles (400 of them) pouring out of a culvert.
Here is a sculpture made of nails.
In the California Living exhibit I saw a crocheted bicycle…or I guess it is a bicycle with crochet touches.
Lots of beautiful quilts.
Solano County always prides itself on winning awards for the exhibit in the County Building. This year’s display was a bit different. It not only included the rich agricultural diversity of the county, but told the story of Travis Air Force Base.
My last stop was The Forest, a relatively quiet and cool spot in the busy, sun-drenched fairgrounds. This time, with the AZ tragedy still fresh in my mind and my fire-fighter sons both working now, I took notice of this memorial.
Across the Road
What is wrong with this picture?
I see something wrong here.
This may not be obvious to anyone but me. How about in the next photo?
Look more closely.
I wish that I could draw arrows on the photo but I don’t have the right software. See the sheep on the left? How about the sheep in the back with the white horns. And the sheep in the right center with his head down. Yes, those are rams in the pasture with the ewes. And Amaryllis is in the ram pen. OOPS! Someone didn’t latch the ram pen gate after she cleaned out the feeder.
BUSTED! You guys have to go back in.
Sorry, boys.
Camera Shy Rams
I was trying to take ram photos today. It’s frustrating because they all stay in one cluster. I think part of that is due to the flies that bother the sheep this time of year. They stand together with their heads down.
This isn’t exactly the kind of photo I’m looking for.
Or this.
Rusty helps move them around.
I had the best luck getting photos of this ram with the white horns, but he is not one I’m keeping for a couple of reasons. His lower right horn was already cut to keep it from growing into his cheek. The lower left is almost growing into his jaw and will need to be cut. He also shows no respect for people and as he gets older I think he could become a danger. Both rams in this photo are a year old, born at last year’s State Fair in July. I am keeping Hendrix, the one with the black horns, at least for now. He just recently broke his top horns which is unusual for an adult ram.
This is a photo of the same ram taken in February. Do you see those ridges on all the horns a few inches from his head? There must have been some kind of stress (illness, parasites??) at that point in growth that results in a weak place in the horns. Now, as he fights or…
…rubs on a tree (even with electric fence there…ACHHH!) those horns have broken off where they were weak. (Also notice how far out they have grown since February.)
While we’re looking closely at ram horns…
… take a closer look at the ram with the white horns.
So after dozens of photos this morning I didn’t end up with the full body shots I had hoped for. I have a few head portraits.
Hendrix (Mud Ranch’s Hudson x Meridian Shelby)
Miller (M. Clapton x M. Mable)
Presley (Sweetgrass Clint x M. Vicki)
Larry (Ruby Peak Linden x M. Spring)
Wish I Was There
It was 107 degrees today and the weather people are predicting 6 days of 105 degrees or over. After a few days of this already I am thinking about a hike we took a few weeks ago.
This is a trail in the El Dorado National Forest from Wright’s Lake to Twin Lakes in Desolation Wilderness. We went with my son, Matt, my brother and nephew (who were going to continue into Desolation for a backpacking trip) and, of course, the four dogs.
With my 40 mm lens I get views both …
… grand and …
…close.
It’s dry in the valley and foothills now, but at 6000+ feet there are still plenty of wildflowers.
I love the granite boulders and huge views in the Sierras. That distant mountain is Big Hill, where there is a fire lookout and where Matt sometimes works.
Dave and Jack were to continue hiking and discussed the options with Matt who knows this area well.
It’s not always easy to get a group photo of all four dogs.
We are so fortunate to live in an area where we can get to the mountains in just a couple of hours and that we are able to enjoy it by hiking.
But this is what I’m thinking about today as the temperature soared.
Silver Creek cascades over granite and forms beautiful waterfalls and refreshing pools along its length.
That’s Matt with Sam and Kirin. I took a dip too and I would relish that now.
Rusty and Maggie like their water a little more shallow.
We hiked about 8 miles I think. Toward the end Maggie didn’t want to leave the pools. I think the water felt good on her feet.
This is one of Twin Lakes in Desolation Wilderness.
Black Sheep Gathering – Road Trip with Friends & Sheep
Black Sheep Gathering in Eugene, Oregon is a favorite event for my friends and me.
We gathered here on Thursday morning, loaded sheep, and were on the road only a little behind schedule. We made it to Eugene in about 8 1/2 hours, settled the sheep into their pens, and found our motel. Some years I camp, but this year a motel sounded good.
Friday was show day for the Jacob sheep.
I showed ram lambs, ewe lambs, and yearling ewes. My ewe lambs took first and third place in the ewe lamb class.
My yearling ewe, Fandango, took first place in her class and was awarded Champion Jacob Ewe.
Besides showing sheep, what else is there to do at BSG?
Admire several hundred sheep in the barn. This is a Bluefaced Leicester from the farm where I got my ram, Faulkner.
Admire wool.
Watch the wool show judging. These are the fleeces to be judged. After two days of judging the fleeces are for sale and dozens of spinners line up to be first in the door.
Shop! My friends are very good at that!
Watch sheep dog demos by my friend, Shannon and her amazing dog, Kate.
Take classes. Mary and Dona made these scarves in a nuno felting class.
Relax with friends.
Farm Club member, Tina, who moved to Portland last year, came to visit along with 10-week old puppy, Ragu. 
It has become tradition now to eat dinner at La Oficina.
On Saturday afternoon all the breed champions are shown together and the judge chooses one to be Supreme Champion. Look at all those different sheep! 
It was a fun four days, but it’s always good to get back to California. That’s Mt. Shasta in the distance.
Getting Ready for BSG
It always takes so long to get ready to leave on a trip. This time it should be easy. I’ll only be gone for 4 days. Dan will be here to feed sheep and dogs. I’m not packing up a vendor booth. I am taking sheep, however. Friends and I are going to Black Sheep Gathering in Oregon for four days.
Dan has been fixing up the box on the truck that holds the sheep. New gates, new paint, new wood.
Pack the tack box. Check.
Match up the coats to fit the sheep so that they don’t get full of blowing straw in the back of the truck. Check…well sort of. I found the coats and dumped them out. I’ll have to figure out sizes tomorrow a.m.
Figure out which fleeces to deliver and have made into felt. Scratch that one. No time. No energy.
Deal with the bills and paperwork. I did go through the piles to find the sheep registrations that I’ve been meaning to mail and will now deliver. Good thing. I found my AAA membership bill…now expired. I’ll call in the morning and get reinstated.
Jacob Sheep registrations. I was going to get a pile of those done tonight. Nope.
Water my pathetic very late-started garden. I finally just threw zinnia seeds in the larger empty area. It would be nice to have something growing even if it is not edible.
Move more boxes into the shop so that it doesn’t look so messy outside. No time for that. Tarp it again.
Paint shelves so that they will be useable when I get back. I cut and painted three.
Work on truck. Dan changed the oil and rotated the tires. I cleaned the inside, including the console that collects all the junk–I’m not sure that has been cleaned out since we bought the truck from my son years ago. Notice my little mower there. I mowed one paddock this morning. Dan will irrigate while I’m gone (that’s worth going all by itself–having someone else irrigate.) (Chris, if you read this, notice the hood up on the jeep–didn’t start.)
Remember that I didn’t plan what to do about signs for over my sheep pens. I found a magnetic white board that the magnetic sign fits perfectly. It will hang from a PVC pipe framework painted black.
Getting late. We put the box on the truck about 11:30. I guess we’ll be doing more to get ready in the morning.
Time to Go, Stephanie
This was a tough week. I knew that it was getting time to think about easing Stephanie out of pain.
Stephanie was a Toggenburg goat that my son, Chris, got in his second year of 4-H. She was born February 15, 2003 and we brought her home as a few-day-old kid and bottle fed her. As the years went on Chris raised many other goats from the offspring of his only purchased goats, Susannah and Stephanie. Stephanie is the goat who stayed here after Chris got out of high school and moved on to other things. In the last three years or so I have been the goat care-giver and Stephanie has been my friend.
I can’t find any baby photos of Stephanie but this is her at about 6 months at the State Fair. She first kidded at age two and Chris showed her every year along with his other goats.
That’s Stephanie on the left in this photo. She was never as productive or showed as well as the other goats, but she was my favorite to milk, because she had hand-sized teats instead of finger-sized ones.
That’s Stephanie in the lead in this photo and Chris’ favorites, Trista and Suzannah, along with SparkleBerry, a Nubian who somehow ended up here.
Dairy goats are bred to produce more milk than their kids can handle at first and we milked the does and bottle-fed the kids. That’s my mom drying one of Stephanie’s newborn kids.
Stephanie might not have been the top show goat, but she had her good days. Reserve Champion at the State Fair in 2006.
Chris graduated from high school in 2009 and after he showed goats one more summer, most of the goats were sold to people who wanted to show and/or milk them. I didn’t want to do either. Stephanie became a “personality” here.
She knew how to intimidate Rusty.
In 2010 I bred her to kid at the CA State Fair Nursery, where I also take pregnant sheep to lamb. I handled this like we do with the sheep and Stephanie got to raise her own kid.
In the last couple of years I often found Stephanie “hiding”.
I think that maybe she was annoyed by Amaryllis, the donkey, who though of Stephanie as her best friend. I don’t think the feeling was mutual. Stephanie was beginning to have less mobility and she couldn’t easily move away from someone who was bothering her.
For the last year or more Stephanie had her own stall at night so that I knew that she would get enough food. She was too stiff and arthritic to walk out to the pasture unless the sheep were grazing the closest one. Last winter was hard on Stephanie. I put a coat on her and gave her a heat lamp at night. The recent heat wave (though short at 2 days) was equally hard for her and the summer will only get worse. I talked to my veterinarian about her the other day and told her that I don’t think Stephanie ever lies down anymore because she is so stiff and sore. I would find her sleeping on her feet with her head resting on a bale of straw. We agreed that it was time for her to go. As the vet said, it’s better to make the decision a week too soon than a day too late. Stephanie died this morning as sat on a bale of hay and held her head. It was very peaceful and she didn’t suffer at all. This whole thing makes me think of my mom who died of Alzheimer’s 5 years ago. It would have been kinder and more respectful of her had she been able to die long before she finally did.










