Baymule’s Farm

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Lucy gifted me with triplets this morning. 2 boys, 1 girl. Ewe lamb is the smallest, but is feeding. Lucy is a good mom and has plenty of milk. I’ll watch closely and supplement if needed. The triplets are out of my old registered ram, Ringo, who is gone now. Lucy is out of Miranda, also gone now and a Black Head Dorper ram that went to Freezer Camp. Lucy and Ringo always had beautiful lambs. I have 1 ewe from them, now I’ll have 2.

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I would like some of those but 2x4 woven wire and gate prices are stoopid. (Note: I intentionally misspelled stupid, to emphasize the level of stupidity). Ain't spell check fun?

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The 90% rain hasn’t shown up. I’ve picked berries, not a lot, there isn’t many out there. I ran ewes through the chute, collected fecal samples from most of them. A few ungrateful ewes pooped before I got to them. Fresh poop, but to whom does it belong? It doesn’t come with name tags, so can’t use it. I trimmed feet on the two ewes with lambs. I wouldn’t trim their feet when they were so heavy pregnant, and they were grown out bad. They still look bad, but better than they were.

Dandelion refused the bottle this morning and at noon. I held one of the boy lambs and Dandelion was able to get a full tummy. It’s supposed to storm tonight so I’ll bring her in for the night again.
 

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It’s been a day. The storm blew the lift up top on the chicken tractor off. Hail and rain beat those poor chickens literally to death. 12 dead chickens, the rest wet, sad looking and worse for wear. Water, poop soup, a couple inches deep, it was a nasty mess. Poor chickens. I took out the dead chickens and moved chicken tractor. I put pine shavings in it, fed and watered them.

Sheep. Eve’s wether lamb, 2 1/2 weeks old was dead in their shelter. I’m thinking maybe he was hit by hail, ram in there and died. Or maybe the lightning strikes scared him to death. Whatever, he was dead.

Other animals were ok.

My sister called. Apple Springs, 9 miles away, made the Houston news last night. Baseball sized hail!

I looked at the car and truck. Car is fine. Truck hood has paint knocked off in circles, no dents. Will call insurance in the morning.

I got extension ladder and climbed up on the roof. It’s covered in strike marks. Will call insurance company in the morning.

I processed the chickens, skinned, gutted and clean. Put them in ziplock bags, in the freezer. Dog meat. Why waste it? I raised those chickens and fed them well. Dogs can eat them. Not exactly what I planned, but better than dumping them in a hole.

Carried off chicken guts to dumpster. Coming down driveway, Sentry had something at the fence. Another mean snapping turtle! I wonder if it’s the same one? I hauled it 10 miles away. Hope it gets crushed by an 18 wheeler.

Chores. Came in for a much needed shower. Oops. I forgot Dandelion. I put her in the dog crate while I showered. She took 4 ounces and is now cuddled in my lap asleep.

I feel like I’ve been beat with a stick. :(
 

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It’s been a day. The storm blew the lift up top on the chicken tractor off. Hail and rain beat those poor chickens literally to death. 12 dead chickens, the rest wet, sad looking and worse for wear. Water, poop soup, a couple inches deep, it was a nasty mess. Poor chickens. I took out the dead chickens and moved chicken tractor. I put pine shavings in it, fed and watered them.

Sheep. Eve’s wether lamb, 2 1/2 weeks old was dead in their shelter. I’m thinking maybe he was hit by hail, ram in there and died. Or maybe the lightning strikes scared him to death. Whatever, he was dead.

Other animals were ok.

My sister called. Apple Springs, 9 miles away, made the Houston news last night. Baseball sized hail!

I looked at the car and truck. Car is fine. Truck hood has paint knocked off in circles, no dents. Will call insurance in the morning.

I got extension ladder and climbed up on the roof. It’s covered in strike marks. Will call insurance company in the morning.

I processed the chickens, skinned, gutted and clean. Put them in ziplock bags, in the freezer. Dog meat. Why waste it? I raised those chickens and fed them well. Dogs can eat them. Not exactly what I planned, but better than dumping them in a hole.

Carried off chicken guts to dumpster. Coming down driveway, Sentry had something at the fence. Another mean snapping turtle! I wonder if it’s the same one? I hauled it 10 miles away. Hope it gets crushed by an 18 wheeler.

Chores. Came in for a much needed shower. Oops. I forgot Dandelion. I put her in the dog crate while I showered. She took 4 ounces and is now cuddled in my lap asleep.

I feel like I’ve been beat with a stick. :(

I'm so glad you are OK.

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