Carol Dee
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Baymule’s Farm
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It was storming yesterday afternoon. I had to set a round bale of hay for the 10 sheep I'm keeping for a friend while they sell their place and buy another place, move and all that not fun stuff. It was thundering and lightening, creepy. I barely got the tractor parked when it started raining. Rain didn't last long. In between storms, I tried to match Buford and Ozel up, but they both were unhappy with the weather and just wanted a place to hide. A tornado in Houston's north side tore up some very nice big homes, no fatalities. It stormed more after dark, TV went off and I went to bed.
Neighbors are finally moving into their new home Saturday, and it will be stormy again. My son and I will go help unload, should be fun.
Neighbors are finally moving into their new home Saturday, and it will be stormy again. My son and I will go help unload, should be fun.
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Thanksgiving was nice, went to my sister's house. There was grilled steak, no turkey and dressing. I kinda miss the turkey and dressing, but I don't do the menu, she and my daughter do. I showed up with my son and 2 pies. LOL
Now I'm working on cleaning up the mess that is my back yard. I have a shed to tear down, worked on moving stuff out of it and putting it elsewhere most of the day. Hurricane Beryl blew out the middle section and I have 2 ends, one end has 4 walls and doors, the other end doesn't. I want to move the 40' sipping containers this winter and get them blocked up. The shed I tear down will provide materials for building the horse a 3 sided shed so he can get out of the rain, cold and shade from the heat.
Now I'm working on cleaning up the mess that is my back yard. I have a shed to tear down, worked on moving stuff out of it and putting it elsewhere most of the day. Hurricane Beryl blew out the middle section and I have 2 ends, one end has 4 walls and doors, the other end doesn't. I want to move the 40' sipping containers this winter and get them blocked up. The shed I tear down will provide materials for building the horse a 3 sided shed so he can get out of the rain, cold and shade from the heat.
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I named the horse Maximus, Max for short. It's been raining, haven't gotten much done outside.
TUESDAY!! Yeah Tuesday, I had to remind myself by looking at the calendar on my phone. My new neighbors Charles and Holly and their 3 boys are finally my new neighbors. What an eventful day/night!
They thought they would load up on Friday, be here Saturday. Nope. They thought they’d finish and be here Sunday. Nope. Monday! They were coming Monday! ETA 2:00, then 2;30, they stopped in Crockett to eat, texted me at 2:54 to say they were on Dukes Road! It all went downhill from there.
First let me say that I got 1 1/2” rain on Saturday night. Monday last I looked at the rain gauge at almost 3 PM, there was 2” in the rain gauge. Dukes Road is a dirt and crushed rock road. It gets sloppy. The big U-Haul just slid sideways off the road and wound up in the ditch. No problem, son would bring his tractor!
The road is narrow there, no room for 2 vehicles to pass. Someone has to pull over before they go down that stretch of road to let the other person get by or back up. Courtesy goes a long way here. Road was totally blocked. Back wheels, one set in the ditch, one set spinning in the sir. No traction. Truck was sitting on the frame and the transmission. Son’s tractor couldn’t drag that loaded behemoth out. Oh, and truck was pulling a loaded flatbed trailer.
Charles called AAA for a wrecker. Of course he was in a dead zone, so that made it even more fun. Wrecker called him, they didn’t have anything big enough. More sketchy phone calls. Nobody could get by, people were coming home from work. Michael showed up in his logging truck.
He had to back around the bend to get out of the way of the wrecker that hopefully was coming. More phone calls.
Charles moved their car and U-Haul trailer on a tiny piece of road that went to a gate. Their 2 dogs were in the car.
It was a miserable rain, cold, mud, the boys were having a blast as only kids can do. There was nothing I or Holly could do, so I suggested that I take them in the mule, to my house. She gladly accepted and we went to my house. We all left muddy boots and tennis shoes in the utility room. I wouldn’t let the boys sit on the sofa, they were muddy. I gave the dining chairs to sit on and turned the TV to a kid show.
Son called. Could I come get Charles’s dad? Yep. I picked him up, also a neighbor lady coming home from work and I took her home. They both left their trucks.
No wrecker was coming. It was going to take a skid steer.
I made peanut butter and jelly sandwiches for the boys, Holly and Charles’s dad. Iced tea, milk for the little one. The skid steer showed up, dragged the U-Haul out of the ditch. They had to drop the trailer. Then back up to it and re-hitch it up. Then the skid steer dragged the truck past a few other places, to their driveway and Charles drove it up to their house.
Michael the logger had a friend show up so they sat there drinking, without a care in the world. Nobody was mad, it was all taken in stride and Charles got to meet a lot of neighbors. They were able to hug the other side of the road and get by the big wallowed hole. Except for Rob and his wife. Rob didn’t follow the ruts made by everyone else, no, he went straight and slid off in the hole. Michael and his friend offered to pull him out but he was mad and said he’d go get his tractor. He drove the neighbor lady’s truck to her, walked to his place, went back on his tractor and pulled his truck out.
The county employee lives around on the paved road and he came by right after all this mess started. He grades the road. Needless to say, it was a big sloppy mess. Son said he came back later and said the county would be laying down rock.
I took Holly and the boys to their new home. Son and I stayed to help get mattresses in the house. He, Charles and his dad unloaded stuff, getting to the mattresses. Holly and I took them at the door and took them to bedrooms. Other stuff came off the truck in their search for the mattresses. Holly was smart enough to pack suitcases with clothes. No sheets or blankets were found, they were up on the front of the truck.
I packed a supply kit for them, loaf of bread, Cheezits crackers, dishwashing liquid for washing hands, a pan and spatula for making grilled cheese sandwiches ( forgot the butter and cheese in refrigerator at my house) roll of paper towels, paper plates, chips, red solo cups. I’ll take the cheese and butter this morning, plus add water pancake mix, syrup and more paper plates.
Welcome HOME Charles, Holly and boys!
TUESDAY!! Yeah Tuesday, I had to remind myself by looking at the calendar on my phone. My new neighbors Charles and Holly and their 3 boys are finally my new neighbors. What an eventful day/night!
They thought they would load up on Friday, be here Saturday. Nope. They thought they’d finish and be here Sunday. Nope. Monday! They were coming Monday! ETA 2:00, then 2;30, they stopped in Crockett to eat, texted me at 2:54 to say they were on Dukes Road! It all went downhill from there.
First let me say that I got 1 1/2” rain on Saturday night. Monday last I looked at the rain gauge at almost 3 PM, there was 2” in the rain gauge. Dukes Road is a dirt and crushed rock road. It gets sloppy. The big U-Haul just slid sideways off the road and wound up in the ditch. No problem, son would bring his tractor!
The road is narrow there, no room for 2 vehicles to pass. Someone has to pull over before they go down that stretch of road to let the other person get by or back up. Courtesy goes a long way here. Road was totally blocked. Back wheels, one set in the ditch, one set spinning in the sir. No traction. Truck was sitting on the frame and the transmission. Son’s tractor couldn’t drag that loaded behemoth out. Oh, and truck was pulling a loaded flatbed trailer.
Charles called AAA for a wrecker. Of course he was in a dead zone, so that made it even more fun. Wrecker called him, they didn’t have anything big enough. More sketchy phone calls. Nobody could get by, people were coming home from work. Michael showed up in his logging truck.
He had to back around the bend to get out of the way of the wrecker that hopefully was coming. More phone calls.
Charles moved their car and U-Haul trailer on a tiny piece of road that went to a gate. Their 2 dogs were in the car.
It was a miserable rain, cold, mud, the boys were having a blast as only kids can do. There was nothing I or Holly could do, so I suggested that I take them in the mule, to my house. She gladly accepted and we went to my house. We all left muddy boots and tennis shoes in the utility room. I wouldn’t let the boys sit on the sofa, they were muddy. I gave the dining chairs to sit on and turned the TV to a kid show.
Son called. Could I come get Charles’s dad? Yep. I picked him up, also a neighbor lady coming home from work and I took her home. They both left their trucks.
No wrecker was coming. It was going to take a skid steer.
I made peanut butter and jelly sandwiches for the boys, Holly and Charles’s dad. Iced tea, milk for the little one. The skid steer showed up, dragged the U-Haul out of the ditch. They had to drop the trailer. Then back up to it and re-hitch it up. Then the skid steer dragged the truck past a few other places, to their driveway and Charles drove it up to their house.
Michael the logger had a friend show up so they sat there drinking, without a care in the world. Nobody was mad, it was all taken in stride and Charles got to meet a lot of neighbors. They were able to hug the other side of the road and get by the big wallowed hole. Except for Rob and his wife. Rob didn’t follow the ruts made by everyone else, no, he went straight and slid off in the hole. Michael and his friend offered to pull him out but he was mad and said he’d go get his tractor. He drove the neighbor lady’s truck to her, walked to his place, went back on his tractor and pulled his truck out.
The county employee lives around on the paved road and he came by right after all this mess started. He grades the road. Needless to say, it was a big sloppy mess. Son said he came back later and said the county would be laying down rock.
I took Holly and the boys to their new home. Son and I stayed to help get mattresses in the house. He, Charles and his dad unloaded stuff, getting to the mattresses. Holly and I took them at the door and took them to bedrooms. Other stuff came off the truck in their search for the mattresses. Holly was smart enough to pack suitcases with clothes. No sheets or blankets were found, they were up on the front of the truck.
I packed a supply kit for them, loaf of bread, Cheezits crackers, dishwashing liquid for washing hands, a pan and spatula for making grilled cheese sandwiches ( forgot the butter and cheese in refrigerator at my house) roll of paper towels, paper plates, chips, red solo cups. I’ll take the cheese and butter this morning, plus add water pancake mix, syrup and more paper plates.
Welcome HOME Charles, Holly and boys!
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baymule
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My son and I went over Tuesday and spent the day helping them unload the truck and the small trailer. They had boxes stacked everywhere. It will take them a while to get everything unpacked and put in order. They are thrilled with their new home.
Carol Dee
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You are the best neighbor. Wish you were mine!
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I was called in for jury duty Monday, I was chosen. It was a Capital Murder case. We had to be there at 7:45, I had to leave my house at 7. That meant that I was out in the dark doing chores. It was so foggy Tuesday morning that my headlight only went out 2-3 feet in front of me. I got lost. In my oun field, I got turned around and finally found the fence, fed the horse and stumbled my way back to the gate at the driveway aaaannnnddddd my headlight went out. I went and got a flashlight.
With flashlight, out in the dark what did I find?
I had to pull the T-post, then dig out the pallet, so I could free the ewe. I made it to court in time and wasn’t late!
I got home each day right before dark and had to hurry to get animals fed and watered. It was a hard schedule, I'm used to DAYLIGHT.
14 people chosen, 12 jurors and 2 alternates. We sat in padded chairs with no arms and no leg room. We did get 10 minute breaks from time to time. Me being the smart a$$ that I am, I pulled funny quips out and split the group up in laughter. One lady said she liked to people watch. I told her to go to Walmart and watch the Wal-Martians. It took a moment for that to sink in..... A young man said Wal-Martians? I replied do you know a better name for them? Everybody cracked up. Then there was one bathroom with 2 toilet stalls. The men and women took turns. I came out one day to find another lady waiting and blurted out, I kept the seat warm for ya'. Lunch was brought in for us, we were not allowed to leave until the end of the day. The judge cautioned us to not talk to anybody or look up the case on the internet.
Even though the alarm was set for 5:00, I woke up at 3:30 every morning. My eyes were bloodshot and I was a zombie. This was a sick and twisted case, lies and more lies, horrible people. The son and his wife murdered his mom and stepfather, burned their bodies in the front yard and scattered ashes and dirt over 3 counties.
We listened to testimony of many different experts in their field of forensic evidence, 4 different cell phone experts that traced their movements, where they went, text messages, and calls. We watched hours and hours of interviews with the suspects and the sheriff. We watched a video of the man buying a buggy load of charcoal and lighter fluid at Lowes. Pictures of their home, a torture chamber, and office. All were filthy, crammed with crap and needed to be bulldozed down. 3 kids ages 14 to 5, CPS was there to pick them up when the couple was arrested. That is all I know about those children, I pray for them. The murders occurred in 2022, so the oldest may be 17 or 18 by now.
The wife turned evidence on her husband, but had lied repeatedly, so was she finally telling the truth? Her deal is 40 years, then gets deported to Mexico, she was brought here as a 3 year old.
We deliberated 30 minutes, could have reached a verdict in less than 5 minutes, but we gave it 30. Guilty of Capital Murder, life without parole.
I live in a poor rural county. Not much going on here. I'm proud of our sheriff's department. What we lack in resources was made up by the gathering of evidence. Lots and lots of evidence, many items and then some more. Things were sent out all over the state to be processed and analyzed by experts in their field. The 5 gallon buckets of dirt and human ashes were recovered and analyzed, teeth were recovered and matched to dental records. It was amazing.
Justice was served.
Trial ended Friday late afternoon. I took the weekend to hug my dogs, newborn lambs and just decompress from the horror of the week. I've responded to jury calls all my life and have never been chosen to serve on a jury. Finally at age 70, i was chosen and what an education it has been. The legal system is not perfect, but it works. It cannot work without your participation. When you are called up, go. Do your duty to the state, your town, your community. Help keep this the great country that it is.
With flashlight, out in the dark what did I find?
I had to pull the T-post, then dig out the pallet, so I could free the ewe. I made it to court in time and wasn’t late!
I got home each day right before dark and had to hurry to get animals fed and watered. It was a hard schedule, I'm used to DAYLIGHT.
14 people chosen, 12 jurors and 2 alternates. We sat in padded chairs with no arms and no leg room. We did get 10 minute breaks from time to time. Me being the smart a$$ that I am, I pulled funny quips out and split the group up in laughter. One lady said she liked to people watch. I told her to go to Walmart and watch the Wal-Martians. It took a moment for that to sink in..... A young man said Wal-Martians? I replied do you know a better name for them? Everybody cracked up. Then there was one bathroom with 2 toilet stalls. The men and women took turns. I came out one day to find another lady waiting and blurted out, I kept the seat warm for ya'. Lunch was brought in for us, we were not allowed to leave until the end of the day. The judge cautioned us to not talk to anybody or look up the case on the internet.
Even though the alarm was set for 5:00, I woke up at 3:30 every morning. My eyes were bloodshot and I was a zombie. This was a sick and twisted case, lies and more lies, horrible people. The son and his wife murdered his mom and stepfather, burned their bodies in the front yard and scattered ashes and dirt over 3 counties.
We listened to testimony of many different experts in their field of forensic evidence, 4 different cell phone experts that traced their movements, where they went, text messages, and calls. We watched hours and hours of interviews with the suspects and the sheriff. We watched a video of the man buying a buggy load of charcoal and lighter fluid at Lowes. Pictures of their home, a torture chamber, and office. All were filthy, crammed with crap and needed to be bulldozed down. 3 kids ages 14 to 5, CPS was there to pick them up when the couple was arrested. That is all I know about those children, I pray for them. The murders occurred in 2022, so the oldest may be 17 or 18 by now.
The wife turned evidence on her husband, but had lied repeatedly, so was she finally telling the truth? Her deal is 40 years, then gets deported to Mexico, she was brought here as a 3 year old.
We deliberated 30 minutes, could have reached a verdict in less than 5 minutes, but we gave it 30. Guilty of Capital Murder, life without parole.
I live in a poor rural county. Not much going on here. I'm proud of our sheriff's department. What we lack in resources was made up by the gathering of evidence. Lots and lots of evidence, many items and then some more. Things were sent out all over the state to be processed and analyzed by experts in their field. The 5 gallon buckets of dirt and human ashes were recovered and analyzed, teeth were recovered and matched to dental records. It was amazing.
Justice was served.
Trial ended Friday late afternoon. I took the weekend to hug my dogs, newborn lambs and just decompress from the horror of the week. I've responded to jury calls all my life and have never been chosen to serve on a jury. Finally at age 70, i was chosen and what an education it has been. The legal system is not perfect, but it works. It cannot work without your participation. When you are called up, go. Do your duty to the state, your town, your community. Help keep this the great country that it is.
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baymule
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Lambing started December 5, Sugar had a single ram. Big healthy boy, Sugar is a good momma.
As I was moving Sugar, I saw Cleopatra, also of Texas 5 White Dorper fame, laying out in the field like a beached whale, giving birth. She had a single, up and fumbling for a teat. Nose and toes sticking out, I watched for awhile but Cleo wasn’t pushing. Because of all the rain last week and muddy fields I hadn’t moved the stock trailer from it serving as the honeymoon suite, that the honeymoon didn’t happen, when Ozel was in it. So I picked up the lamb, Cleo following me closely, bellowing like a cow, and put the baby in the trailer. Cleo hopped right in and I closed the end gate. My son had just got here so we put a rope on her, he clamped her head between his legs to hold her and I pulled the lamb. Two big healthy ewe lambs!
Monday morning, December 8, Tiny had a single ram, I moved her to the ewe and lamb pen. I had jury duty and had to leave. At lunch break, I raced back to see if she had any more, but it was only one. Tiny always has twins or triplets so I guess she is taking a break. That’s ok, she had triplets last time.
These 3 ewes are in the middle field, Cooper is the reigning Baby Daddy.
Let’s move over to the front field where I think 20 ewes are bred. Not due yet but getting close. All are looking good….. and then there’s Granny. Granny would be fat and sassy in a desert of sand, rocks and imaginary vegetation. On an East Texas grassy field plus a handful of feed to come in at night, Granny is obese. This will be her third lambing and she is fatter than ever. She had a single ewe her first lambing, Daisy, the twins last time, she rejected the ram lamb and I bottle fed him. This time she looks like quads, but I assure you, Granny is FAT. There may be a lamb or two in all that obesity, she certainly looks pitiful.
She is sitting like a big fat frog.
I give y’all Granny.
Friday morning before I left, it was either Nora or Nova in a Quonset hut and I just knew. Sure enough, twins that evening. Too tired to do anything more than feed and do chores. I decided to check ewe ear tag the next day and scrapie tag the lambs.
It was Nora with the twins. A white ram with freckled legs and the saddle blanket is a ewe. Nova is coming up, they usually lamb within a few days of each other, sometimes consecutive days. I scrapie tagged them, plus Tiny’s brown ram.
Saturday evening while I was doing chores, it came a cloudburst. I was in a pen, about to run to the house, but there was a baby lamb crying. It was Nora's one day old ram lamb, in the pouring rain, by the hay bale and Mom nowhere in sight. I was about to go in the pen to put him in the Quonset hut with Nora, when she came to the rescue. Ok, now I can run to the back porch. My son and I stood there watching. Nora had the saddle back brown spot ewe lamb following her, she nuzzled the ram lamb and the ewe lamb. The ram lamb quit crying and Nora SLOWLY walked them to the Quonset hut, stopping along the way to nuzzle her babies, and finally into the hut they went. What a good momma!
As I was moving Sugar, I saw Cleopatra, also of Texas 5 White Dorper fame, laying out in the field like a beached whale, giving birth. She had a single, up and fumbling for a teat. Nose and toes sticking out, I watched for awhile but Cleo wasn’t pushing. Because of all the rain last week and muddy fields I hadn’t moved the stock trailer from it serving as the honeymoon suite, that the honeymoon didn’t happen, when Ozel was in it. So I picked up the lamb, Cleo following me closely, bellowing like a cow, and put the baby in the trailer. Cleo hopped right in and I closed the end gate. My son had just got here so we put a rope on her, he clamped her head between his legs to hold her and I pulled the lamb. Two big healthy ewe lambs!
Monday morning, December 8, Tiny had a single ram, I moved her to the ewe and lamb pen. I had jury duty and had to leave. At lunch break, I raced back to see if she had any more, but it was only one. Tiny always has twins or triplets so I guess she is taking a break. That’s ok, she had triplets last time.
These 3 ewes are in the middle field, Cooper is the reigning Baby Daddy.
Let’s move over to the front field where I think 20 ewes are bred. Not due yet but getting close. All are looking good….. and then there’s Granny. Granny would be fat and sassy in a desert of sand, rocks and imaginary vegetation. On an East Texas grassy field plus a handful of feed to come in at night, Granny is obese. This will be her third lambing and she is fatter than ever. She had a single ewe her first lambing, Daisy, the twins last time, she rejected the ram lamb and I bottle fed him. This time she looks like quads, but I assure you, Granny is FAT. There may be a lamb or two in all that obesity, she certainly looks pitiful.
She is sitting like a big fat frog.
I give y’all Granny.
Friday morning before I left, it was either Nora or Nova in a Quonset hut and I just knew. Sure enough, twins that evening. Too tired to do anything more than feed and do chores. I decided to check ewe ear tag the next day and scrapie tag the lambs.
It was Nora with the twins. A white ram with freckled legs and the saddle blanket is a ewe. Nova is coming up, they usually lamb within a few days of each other, sometimes consecutive days. I scrapie tagged them, plus Tiny’s brown ram.
Saturday evening while I was doing chores, it came a cloudburst. I was in a pen, about to run to the house, but there was a baby lamb crying. It was Nora's one day old ram lamb, in the pouring rain, by the hay bale and Mom nowhere in sight. I was about to go in the pen to put him in the Quonset hut with Nora, when she came to the rescue. Ok, now I can run to the back porch. My son and I stood there watching. Nora had the saddle back brown spot ewe lamb following her, she nuzzled the ram lamb and the ewe lamb. The ram lamb quit crying and Nora SLOWLY walked them to the Quonset hut, stopping along the way to nuzzle her babies, and finally into the hut they went. What a good momma!
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Wow, you sure have a lot of lambs! They are so cute! Granny looks like she has a problem, but I guess that's what obese, pregnant lamb mothers to be look like!Lambing started December 5, Sugar had a single ram. Big healthy boy, Sugar is a good momma.
As I was moving Sugar, I saw Cleopatra, also of Texas 5 White Dorper fame, laying out in the field like a beached whale, giving birth. She had a single, up and fumbling for a teat. Nose and toes sticking out, I watched for awhile but Cleo wasn’t pushing. Because of all the rain last week and muddy fields I hadn’t moved the stock trailer from it serving as the honeymoon suite, that the honeymoon didn’t happen, when Ozel was in it. So I picked up the lamb, Cleo following me closely, bellowing like a cow, and put the baby in the trailer. Cleo hopped right in and I closed the end gate. My son had just got here so we put a rope on her, he clamped her head between his legs to hold her and I pulled the lamb. Two big healthy ewe lambs!
Monday morning, December 8, Tiny had a single ram, I moved her to the ewe and lamb pen. I had jury duty and had to leave. At lunch break, I raced back to see if she had any more, but it was only one. Tiny always has twins or triplets so I guess she is taking a break. That’s ok, she had triplets last time.
These 3 ewes are in the middle field, Cooper is the reigning Baby Daddy.
Let’s move over to the front field where I think 20 ewes are bred. Not due yet but getting close. All are looking good….. and then there’s Granny. Granny would be fat and sassy in a desert of sand, rocks and imaginary vegetation. On an East Texas grassy field plus a handful of feed to come in at night, Granny is obese. This will be her third lambing and she is fatter than ever. She had a single ewe her first lambing, Daisy, the twins last time, she rejected the ram lamb and I bottle fed him. This time she looks like quads, but I assure you, Granny is FAT. There may be a lamb or two in all that obesity, she certainly looks pitiful.
She is sitting like a big fat frog.
I give y’all Granny.
Friday morning before I left, it was either Nora or Nova in a Quonset hut and I just knew. Sure enough, twins that evening. Too tired to do anything more than feed and do chores. I decided to check ewe ear tag the next day and scrapie tag the lambs.
It was Nora with the twins. A white ram with freckled legs and the saddle blanket is a ewe. Nova is coming up, they usually lamb within a few days of each other, sometimes consecutive days. I scrapie tagged them, plus Tiny’s brown ram.
Saturday evening while I was doing chores, it came a cloudburst. I was in a pen, about to run to the house, but there was a baby lamb crying. It was Nora's one day old ram lamb, in the pouring rain, by the hay bale and Mom nowhere in sight. I was about to go in the pen to put him in the Quonset hut with Nora, when she came to the rescue. Ok, now I can run to the back porch. My son and I stood there watching. Nora had the saddle back brown spot ewe lamb following her, she nuzzled the ram lamb and the ewe lamb. The ram lamb quit crying and Nora SLOWLY walked them to the Quonset hut, stopping along the way to nuzzle her babies, and finally into the hut they went. What a good momma!
flowerbug
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there are sometimes when saying nothing is the wisest choice...
